Page 90 of Fever: Love In Scrubs
Wynter looked at me. “Jaxson… baby, I swear to God.”
“Ignore her,” I said, gently rubbing her back.
“That lil’ girl got a problem with my niece?” Ms. Kira asked.
“She has a problem period,” Stacey answered.
“Bitch, don’t speak on me,” Dela snapped.
Stacey laughed, but there was nothing funny. “You don’t wanna do this, Dela. I owe you one, baby.”
“Yeah. Yeah you do. How are you supposed to bemyfriend and ditch me for my husband?”
“I see delusional is one of those problems,” Stacey muttered, ignoring her.
“I always knew you wanted my man,” Dela said, taking another sip of the water bottle.
When she stood and stumbled a little, my brows knitted together.
“Are you drinking?” I asked, standing.
When she didn’t answer, I snatched the water bottle from her and twisted off the cap. There was nothing inside but pure vodka.
“What the fuck, Dela?” I said in a loud whisper. “You show up late and starting shit and now you’re drunk? At your daughter’s party?”
She tried to snatch the bottle from me, but I tossed it in the nearby trash.
“You need to leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere. You wanted me here so bad, here I am.”
She sat down with a smirk on her face. I glared down at her ready to snatch her up, but I wouldn’t do that in front of my daughter.
“You wanna hit me, don’t you?” she taunted. “Or maybe you want to get your bitch ass sister to jump me again.”
“Bitch, you ain’t see jumping yet,” Asia said, standing up. “I gave you a fair one and you didn’t fight back. We can take this outside right now.”
My mother snatched her back. “Sit. Down.”
“Mommy—”
“Sit.”
“Listen to Mommy, Asia,” Dela sang.
“My God, you are pathetic,” Stacey said, standing. “Jaxson won’t hit you and my mama ain’t here to tell me to sit down. Bring your ass outside, Amandela.”
Amandela laughed loud and hearty, making everyone look at her.
“And you talk aboutmeruining our daughter’s birthday? Look at the trash you let in around her.”
“This is ridiculous,” Wynter said, standing. “These kids don’t need to see this shit.”
She started to walk away with her aunt, and cousin behind her.
“Oh, she’s so concerned!” Dela said, dramatically waving her hands.
Wynter turned back and walked over to her. “Youshould be concerned with how disgusting you’re acting right now. Why would you bother to show up here, then get drunk and act a damn fool. This is a child’s birthday party.”
