Page 10 of Only Fans
“I have no clue who she?—”
“Nigga, don’t play like you don’t know my girl!” Trista said, cutting him off. “You know exactly who she is!”
“The question of the day is, who is SHE?” I asked Reggie, looking from him then pointing to his baby momma. “‘Cause last night, you never mentioned anything to me about you having a baby momma. So, tell me, Reg, what’s really going on?”
“What the hell? Who the hell are you?” the chick asked.
“Tell her who I am, Reggie!” I spat as I stood there with my hands on my hips. “Unless you want me to tell her who you wan?—”
“Look, I don’t know what you’re, on and I don’t need you telling my lady shit! I don’t know you. You clearly have me mistaken for someone else.”
“I don’t have you mistaken for anyone. And you know exactly who the fuck I am!” I stepped into his personal space, giving him a mean mug. He was lucky I didn’t muff him in the forehead. “Don’t try to play me, nigga! I’m that chick you been tryna smash! Should I pull up our videos and messages so I can show your ‘lady friend’ here that you know exactly who the fuck I am?” I spat, riled up.
“You motherfucker!” Reggie snapped.
“What the hell is going on?” the chick asked.
“Baby, calm down. It’s not good for the baby if you get upset. We just left from the doctor telling you that! Ain’t no sense in you gettin’ all worked up ‘cause I honestly don’t have a clue who this woman is. You know I have a lot of internet trolls that follow me on social media. The buzzer goin’ off anyway. Let’s just go so we can get us something to eat.” Showing her the device in his hand that was vibrating and lighting up, he continued, “Our table is ready. Just ignore those thirst buckets!” He grumbled, then took her hand and guided her toward the entrance of The Cheesecake Factory.
I was not only embarrassed but furious as hell as I watched Reggie walk off with that girl. The people that were standing around us that overheard were looking at me crazy as hell. As bad as I wanted to chase after them and act the fool, I was too embarrassed.
I couldn’t believe how he played it. I knew he was going to be pissed about me confronting him. What I didn’t expect was for him to play the dumb role and act like I was a groupie, or thirst bucket, as he called me.
“Girl, you just gon’ stand there and let that fool disrespect you like that?” Trista asked, egging me on.
“As bad as I want to run up in there and fuck both of their asses up, I’ma do him one better. I really don’t want to be responsible for causing ol’ girl to have a miscarriage. I don’t need those negative vibes at all. It’s not her fault Reggie’s an ass, so my beef ain’t with her, it’s with him. I don’t need to be out here arguin’ and fightin’ pregnant chicks over dudes I ain’t even let hit yet. Fuck him, my cut off game ‘bout to be real strong on his beggin’ for pussy ass.”
“Girl, that was some crazy shit.”
“Who you tellin’!” I chuckled as Trista and I headed to get our shopping on.
As much as I tried to shake my feelings for Reggie while I shopped, I couldn’t. I was just telling Trista that I would choose him, and now this shit. I was really feeling butt hurt especially since he hadn’t tried to reach out to me. I figured he would have ditched his girl for a few seconds once they made it to their table and went to the bathroom to call or at least text me, yet he hadn’t done either one. I knew he was pissed, which was all the more reason why I expected him to reach out. Not able to resist the urge, I pulled up our text thread and sent him a text.
Me: So, you don’t know who I am now, huh?? Thirst bucket, huh? That’s what you think of me…WOW!!!
“I’m about to go try these on. You comin’ to the dressing room, too?” Trista asked, startling me from behind.
“Those are cute, friend! Did you happened to see any all-white distressed jeans?” I asked, playing it off like I wasn’t just on my phone.
My pride and ego were hurt, and I didn’t want Trista to see me texting Reggie. Not that it was any of her business, but I was putting on like I wasn’t really bothered by him and his baby momma. One thing about me was I never let people see me when I was upset or hurt. It was one thing to check a person when I was mad, but it was something totally different to show my emotions to people. I knew first hand from my mom how people liked to throw the things that affected you the most up in your face. She was a pro at doing me like that all the time.
“They have a small section of all-white jeans. I was looking at the overalls, but they didn’t have any with shorts.”
“I’ma go see what I can find.”
“By the way, you good, friend?” Trista asked.
I knew she was referring to Reggie and what had just gone down.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I asked, prentending like I was fine.
I was not trying to have any more conversations about him with her.
“I’m just asking. I know I would be stewing if I were you.”
“Girl, ain’t nobody thinkin’ about Reggie and that girl.”
“I just saw you on your phone. Is he messaging you?”
