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I kiss Naseer again. Tito comes to get me, and we leave.
Tito asks what Naseer’s is number, and I respond, he’s LOML.
NASEER.
Igotacallfrom Jade’s phone. It was Lolade, “We are outside, Jade is drunk can you please come and get her,” she said.
I decided to go myself. I’m a bit upset because she promised me, she wouldn’t drink. Rilwan comes with me.
She gets out of the car and falls into my arms. She’s totally out of it, I lift her and carry her to our apartment. As soon as I put her on the bed her phone pings with text messages.
Stan the future: We had fun tonight, let’s catch up later. I like you.
I nudge her, “Jade.”
“Hmm.”
“Who’s Stan the future?"
“The guy I was dancing with. He said he likes me, but I told him I have a boyfriend, but not to worry my boyfriend will break up with me soon, and he can be my future Stan.” She turns and continues to sleep.
Guess the guy can’t wait, I’ve never looked at her phone and didn’t feel a need to but right now I wonder if a few future guys are lurking and waiting for me to break up with her. I scroll through her phone and it's mostly text with friends and classmates.
I searched for my name and did not find it, so I called her line and it showed LOML. She has me saved in an Acronym, which is weird, guess she’s still hiding us. I nudged her again.
“Jade, what does LOML stand for?”
“Love of my Life. It’s cheesy I know; can you call him to come and get me,” she mumbles.
She’s still out of it and doesn’t know she’s home. Before, I could put her phone down a video text comes in from Lolade, so I decided to watch the video.
Rage fills me as I watch the video of Jade kissing a guy. The guy is seriously getting his fill of her mouth. His hands are all over her. I couldn’t watch it anymore. I stop the video.
I leave the room for a drink to calm my rage. I’m livid. I want to shout at her, but I need her sober. I grab the full bottle and sit with the drink; I remain in the same position with anger brewing in me till daybreak when she steps into the living room looking disheveled.
“Good morning, Gent” she mumbles. Still a little, not herself. I don’t respond and that gets her attention.
“Gent, I’m sorry. I was out of it, last night. Lolade kept pushing that I drink, and I only had a little. I don’t know what happened. How did I get home.”
Instead of speaking I get up and move closer to her and play the video of her kissing some guy. Her face widens, hands on her mouth as she rushed back into the bedroom and straight to the bathroom.
I could hear her throwing up. I sit on the bed waiting for her when she comes out.
“Gent, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I thought that was you.”
That sounds like the flimsiest excuse in the world. I let out my built-up anger.
“You thought that was me, which is why you kept kissing him, drinking, and saving his number. He had his hands all over you. Did that feel like my hand? You must think I’m a fool for you!” My anger can be felt and heard as I shout at her, making the walls vibrate. She moves back in fear.
“I’m sorry, Gent,” she says, with tears dripping down.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, guess you and your little friends had this all planned is why you refused my bodyguards following you.”
“No, Gent, please I didn’t plan that.” She points to the tossed phone.
“Don’t you dare call me gent ever again. You and I are over. I never want to see you again in my life!”
She gasps in shock at me.
