would be gone for almost a week or two. I had to admit; I wasn’t feeling this new person he had become. I was feigning to be up in his ass, but thought, Damn, am I having a gay moment? I hadn’t been with a woman since that night I fucked Marcy in her driveway. It felt as if I were going through withdraw. I started throwing around little hints, but Dre’s mind seemed to be elsewhere. Once we completed our lunch date, I whispered, “Do you think we can meet up at my house later?” At first, he didn’t seem too enthused, until he looked over my shoulder and placed his hand over the top of mine and smiled.
“Dre, are you okay?”
“I couldn’t be any better,” I heard an old familiar voice from behind me. It sounded like Cyn. As she got closer, I hurried up and snatched my hand out from under Dre’s. I turned to greet her, figuring there should be no hard feelings amongst us. As she got closer, Cyn walked up and slapped the shit out of me; we were in public, so I refrained myself from fucking her up, but I caught her hand before she could go in for another slap.
“Bitch! What the fuck is your problem?”
“You are, you sorry, sick ass bastard! So, now you’re flaunting your little gay lover in public? Eric, how could you do this?” I looked at her with a confused expression on my face, what gave her the impression we were lovers. Dre just sat there with this little smirk on his face, and Dawn tried to contain Cyn from coming at me again. I stepped closer to them and said, “Before you accuse me something, bitch, you better have proof of what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, trust me, I have all the proof I need!” By the time she could finish ranting about her proof, the manager of the Pub came out.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes, we’re okay. We were just leaving,” said Dawn, as she lead Cyn out. She yelled over Dawn’s shoulder, “You better ask that bitch, Marcy, what happened to her!” As she left the restaurant, I turned and yelled, “Okay, people! The fucking show is over!” I grabbed my keys, heading towards the front door and leaving Dre still sitting there and stuck with the bill. I was heated; I felt as if I were losing control of this whole situation. I was determined to find out exactly what proof Cyn had. By the time I got outside, there was no one in sight. Damn it! I tried calling Cyn’s phone, but she changed her number. I had to get to the bottom of this, and quick. I decided to take a ride over to her spot.
When I got there, there was a “For Sale” sign on the lawn. I started banging my fist on the steering wheel until I felt this sharp pain in my right hand. “Ouch!” I just knew I broke something. I ended up pulling off with no location in mind, I had to find out what kind of proof she was talking about. I could hear my phone going off in my jacket pocket, and I reached for it to see that it was Dre calling me. I wasn’t in the mood to hear his bitching and shining ass, so I just let go to voicemail. He was being very persistent by calling back again and again. He was starting to piss me off. I answered the phone with attitude.
“What the hell do you want? My not answering your twenty something calls wasn’t a hint?”
“Look, Eric, we need to talk before I leave,” he said, while coughing into the phone.
“You had all of the time in the world to talk while we sitting at the damn restaurant.”
“That wasn’t private enough for what I needed to say to you.”
“Right now, I’m dealing with some other issues. That will have to wait. Just give me a call when you get back in town.”
“But Eric, this is important!” I hung up before he could get another word out. Everything about him was always important. I turned my phone on silent and kept driving until I ended up at Marcy’s place.
At first, I just sat there. I wasn’t sure if she wanted to see me after our last encounter. I got up and walked up the pathway and knocked on her door. I stood there,
“Dre, are you okay?”
“I couldn’t be any better,” I heard an old familiar voice from behind me. It sounded like Cyn. As she got closer, I hurried up and snatched my hand out from under Dre’s. I turned to greet her, figuring there should be no hard feelings amongst us. As she got closer, Cyn walked up and slapped the shit out of me; we were in public, so I refrained myself from fucking her up, but I caught her hand before she could go in for another slap.
“Bitch! What the fuck is your problem?”
“You are, you sorry, sick ass bastard! So, now you’re flaunting your little gay lover in public? Eric, how could you do this?” I looked at her with a confused expression on my face, what gave her the impression we were lovers. Dre just sat there with this little smirk on his face, and Dawn tried to contain Cyn from coming at me again. I stepped closer to them and said, “Before you accuse me something, bitch, you better have proof of what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, trust me, I have all the proof I need!” By the time she could finish ranting about her proof, the manager of the Pub came out.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes, we’re okay. We were just leaving,” said Dawn, as she lead Cyn out. She yelled over Dawn’s shoulder, “You better ask that bitch, Marcy, what happened to her!” As she left the restaurant, I turned and yelled, “Okay, people! The fucking show is over!” I grabbed my keys, heading towards the front door and leaving Dre still sitting there and stuck with the bill. I was heated; I felt as if I were losing control of this whole situation. I was determined to find out exactly what proof Cyn had. By the time I got outside, there was no one in sight. Damn it! I tried calling Cyn’s phone, but she changed her number. I had to get to the bottom of this, and quick. I decided to take a ride over to her spot.
When I got there, there was a “For Sale” sign on the lawn. I started banging my fist on the steering wheel until I felt this sharp pain in my right hand. “Ouch!” I just knew I broke something. I ended up pulling off with no location in mind, I had to find out what kind of proof she was talking about. I could hear my phone going off in my jacket pocket, and I reached for it to see that it was Dre calling me. I wasn’t in the mood to hear his bitching and shining ass, so I just let go to voicemail. He was being very persistent by calling back again and again. He was starting to piss me off. I answered the phone with attitude.
“What the hell do you want? My not answering your twenty something calls wasn’t a hint?”
“Look, Eric, we need to talk before I leave,” he said, while coughing into the phone.
“You had all of the time in the world to talk while we sitting at the damn restaurant.”
“That wasn’t private enough for what I needed to say to you.”
“Right now, I’m dealing with some other issues. That will have to wait. Just give me a call when you get back in town.”
“But Eric, this is important!” I hung up before he could get another word out. Everything about him was always important. I turned my phone on silent and kept driving until I ended up at Marcy’s place.
At first, I just sat there. I wasn’t sure if she wanted to see me after our last encounter. I got up and walked up the pathway and knocked on her door. I stood there,
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