A Sticky Situation by Kiki Swinson Page B

immediately called Seth’s cell phone, but I didn’t get an answer. I hung up and called him eight times, back to back, and he still didn’t pick up. Knowing for a fact that he was still avoiding my calls had my blood boiling. What was so screwed up about this whole thing was that I couldn’t do anything about it. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and counted to ten. When I opened my eyes again, I felt just a tad bit better. It wasn’t enough to jump around with excitement, but it was enough to say the hell with him, and keep it moving.
    I ended up calling a locksmith to change my locks. I couldn’t afford to let anyone come up in my house with any surprises. Afterward, I took a long, hot bath and called it a night. Before I went to sleep, I called Heather and told her everything. She and I stayed on the phone for about an hour or so until she got a visit from a guy she used to date. I warned her not to give up the cookies, but I knew she wasn’t going to listen to me. It had been a while since she’d been intimate, so I knew my words went in one ear and right out the other.
    Surprisingly, a visitor came knocking on my door that next morning. The first person that popped in my head was Seth because I wasn’t expecting anyone else. I jumped out of my bed with the quickness. Excitement engulfed my entire body, but when I opened the door and saw Heather standing there, every ounce of that feeling sputtered out of me like air being released from a balloon. My facial expression told it all, and Heather had a comment for it.
    “I can tell you’re not happy to see me this morning,” she said as she forced her way past me, carrying a take-out bag from Denny’s. I could only assume she stopped and picked up breakfast for the both of us, so I stood there in my satin robe and said, “I’m just surprised to see that you’re not at work.”
    “I took the day off to spend some time with you.”
    “Thanks a lot,” I responded with little or no enthusiasm at all. I closed the door and followed her into the kitchen.
    “Did I catch you at a bad time?” she joked.
    “No.”
    “Well, why are you looking like that?”
    “It’s a long story.”
    “What has he gotten you upset about now?” Heather asked as she took the food out of the bag and placed it on the table.
    “It’s nothing major. I’m just giving him a few days to cool off.”
    “What happened?”
    “We just got into a little disagreement, but we’ll be fine.”
    “Yeah, OK. Whatever you say.” Heather took a seat.
    I took a seat in a chair next to her and watched her dig her fork deep into her plate of hotcakes. She looked up at me and said with a mouthful of food, “While you’re sitting there looking at me, you need to be opening up that container before your food gets cold.”
    I opened up the Styrofoam container and devoured my food. When it was all said and done, Heather and I had an enjoyable morning with a nice, hot breakfast and good conversation. She convinced me to take a ride out with her to the mall so I threw on a House of Deréon blue denim catsuit. It didn’t fit like regular overalls; this bad boy was tight and it stuck to my body like a hand in a glove. I accessorized my attire with my favorite pair of black and gold Gucci ankle boots with a threeinch heel and the Gucci satchel handbag. I didn’t know what to do with my hair, so I combed it back into a ponytail, placed my Gucci sunshades on top of my head, and called it a day.
    Once we were outside, Heather volunteered to drive. We went to MacArthur Mall, located in the downtown area of Norfolk, since we wanted to do a little shopping at Nordstrom and bebe. The traffic wasn’t bad at all. As a matter-of-fact, things were steady, and before we knew it, we were approaching our exit. Out of nowhere, a Dodge Magnum that looked just like Seth’s car raced right by us at the speed of lightning. I looked down at the license plate, realized that it was his car, and immediately forgot