Page 23 of Kassir and Rebel
“Kassir didn’t have shit to prove. There’s no contest between him and Cameron. Cameron is fine but we both know he’s really not my type. He was local, nice, crazy about me, and a distraction from what, well, who I actually wanted.”
“Did they fight outside? Kassir was pissed when he stormed out of that ballroom.”
“Fight? Girl, no. Cameron got knocked on his ass then took a little too long to leave. I had to stop Kassir from shooting his goofy ass.”
“I knew it. Why did his dumb ass come anyways?”
“He just doesn’t want to accept the fact that we are over. He thought I would be happy at his surprise but he got a rudeawakening when I let him have it outside. Then Kassir came and?—”
“And Cameron took his delulu ass back to Miami,” she adds.
“That part.”
Cameron’s surprise at the reception was truly unexpected. I knew he was having a hard time accepting we were done but I didn’t think he would be crazy enough to hop his ass on a plane and come Diamond Falls. Even before we broke it off, I hadn’t invited him, so he really tried it, but he gets it now.
Around midnight last night, he sent me a text. I made sure I checked it away from Kassir. It was short and to the point. Thanks to Kassir, I’ll never hear from Cameron again.
Cameron: A thug with golds and a gun. You’re foul for that shit. Bye, Rebel.
Just as a precaution, I changed my password again on my security system after I read his text and emailed my landlord to ask for an emergency lock change. I briefly explained the situation and that I was out of town. Now, I’m just waiting on her response but I’m confident she’ll make it happen.
“Makai worked up my appetite this morning,” she says, then playfully sticks her tongue out. “I think I want a waffle sandwich from Pancake House. You hungry?”
“Oh, I’m waiting for Fire Peaux Boyz and that spicy coleslaw and surf-n-turf po’boy. Kassir already confirmed the truck is coming today.”
“I’m eating there too but I need something on my stomach right now. Call in my order so we can pick it up.”
“What do you want on your sandwich?”
“Shaved steak, eggs, and cheese.”
“Uck. I hate you. That sounds too good but I can’t. I cannot,” I say, trying to convince myself. The waffle sandwichesat Pancake House are to die for. Their waffles are fluffy, slightly sweet, and crisp, especially around the edges. I can’t stand a soggy ass waffle.
“Just order the full one and you can have half. Even if it’s just a bite. Yo’ ass can just run it off later.”
“I’m meeting Kassan later,” I reveal and I feel the car slow a little. She glances over to me then picks back up speed.
“Are you ready for that? If you’re not, tell Kassir. He will just have to understand.” Her head shakes then she adds, “Bestie, you are better than me. I can’t lie. I couldn’t do it. Call me petty, immature, or what the fuck ever, but I honestly couldn’t do it.”
Her words linger in her ride for a long moment before I finally respond. “You know I’ve talked about this before.”
“And while I could forgive my man, I would have a hard time with the child. I’m a hypocrite. I know it but I can’t help it.”
“I have forgiven him, especially since I know his reason behind that night and I know he regrets it—what happened. He regrets what happened, not Kassan,” I quickly clarify.
“I’m sure he doesn’t regret his son. That goes without saying.”
“Except I have to say it. I have to remind myself that the baby is innocent. The bullshit was between us consenting adults. I love Kassir, and if there’s going to be an us, Kassan is part of the package.”
“Along with his trifling, hoe-ass mammie,” she adds and I smile. Leave it to my bestie to always be my rider. “Honestly, she’s the real problem, not the baby.”
“I’m not even thinking about her.”
“Well, think about my food and order my damn sandwich,” she snaps playfully.
Just that fast, I had forgotten all about her sandwich. “Scrambled eggs?” I ask before dialing.
“Soft please, unless you want them another way.”
