She didn’t want to feel this way.
She didn’t want to feel hurt, let down or have her ego bruised. But knowing that their friendship would be tossed to the side every time he needed to get his leg over or “go chase his nut” as he liked to call it, was starting to irritate her more than ever.
For some unknown reason, she felt completely and utterly sick to her stomach just thinking about it. From day one he never once gave her any grand illusions as to what he really was – a womanizer, and he seemed to be a mighty damn proud one at that!
But lately, every time he mentioned one of his little “sex-capade’s” in passing, the mere thought of him being with another woman made her feel nauseas.
When did that happen?
Yes they had always been close. Yes they had each swapped intimate details including their previous relationships over the five years they’d known each other, but it had never bothered her in the past.
So what had changed?
Jesus Christmas when did this all get so complicated?
“Hey J you home?”
“In here Kit.”
Nikita or Kit as Jade affectionately dubbed her friend of eleven years only a week after they had met, were best of friends and had been ever since college. They had both attended UCLA (well Jade did, Kit only managed to stick it out for a measly six months until she decided to focus on her modelling career full time), had immediately bonded when they both discovered each other’s mutual love of fashion.
The first week had been hate at first sight. Nikita thought Jade was a little too snooty for her liking and Jade thought Nikita came across as some airhead bimbo. But then one day, when Nikita spotted Jade sporting something that looked a lot like a Dior creation fresh from the spring collection, she knew she was a girl after her own heart. Within minutes of introducing herself, Nikita made such an impact on Jade that thankfully she managed to push her pre conceptions of the leggy brunette to the side and ever since that day, they had been the best of buds.
Over the years they had become more like sisters. They shared apartments, cars, clothes, make-up, jewellery and sometimes had even dated the same guys. Although they hadn’t done that for a long time now, well not since ’94 anyway, when it all ended in tears. But to say they were close would be a complete understatement. They shared a special kind of bond which meant they were completely in tune with one another and it was exactly this intuitive streak which scared Jade right now. Kit had this “spidey” sense when it came to her friend – she always seemed to know when something was up. And even though she wasn’t in a very talkative mood right now, Jade knew Kit would find a way to make her talk one way or another.
‘Might as well perk myself up’ Jade thinks to herself ‘before the cat gets well and truly let out of the bag.’
After all, it hadn’t been as easy task over the years keeping hers and Michael friendship a secret, but the way she was feeling right now – well she wasn’t feeling all that confident that Kit wouldn’t fail to see past the miserable state she was in.
“Hey hot momma whatcha up to?”
“Baking cookies.”
“Oh sh!t what happened?”
Kit knew that when Jade brought out the baking tray and oven mitts something was most definitely up.
“Nothing happened, absolutely nothing, what you talking about, can’t a girl bake some cookies once in a while?”
Yup! Kit was right, something was most definitely awry. If Jade covered in cookie dough wasn’t proof enough, then the speed freak babble that was coming out of her mouth most certainly was.
“Okay J first of all step away from the bowl, put the whisk on the counter and back the f.uck up.” Kit was trying her very best to keep cool but she knew she was only a mili-second away from cracking up.
She just couldn’t help it. Jade was so easy to wind up and once she got her going she knew eventually she would spill the beans and get it all off her chest.
“Girl you trippin’, why are you here anyway? I thought you had a photo shoot today?”
“I did but that little f.ucker Jean-Claude cancelled on me at the last minute. But screw him. And by the way, don’t think I didn’t notice you changing the subject.”
“Hmp,” was Jades reply as she continued to frantically beat some eggs and flour together.
“I’ll get it out of you one way or another chica, but until then how about a Mojito or two eh?”
“Are you for real? It’s eleven o’clock in the morning?”
“And your point is?" Kit shrugged.
“Fine, Rum is in the pantry, Soda’s in the fridge. Line ‘em up I gotta go freshen up first.”
After a quick shower and change Jade made her way back towards the kitchen and couldn’t help herself from cracking up into a fit of giggles when she saw what Kit was up to.
The scene before Jade actually made her forget for a second or two about Michael and his shady a$$. And she had a funny feeling that this was exactly Kit’s intention – to make her forget for a while about whatever/whoever it was that was eating away at her and she couldn’t help but think how lucky she was to have a friend like her.
“Bay-be-bay-be-bay-beeeeeee, what’s it gonna be….” Kit was too busy miming into a wooden spoon to notice Jade stood in the doorway, or so Jade thought. With one arm firmly holding the utensil to her mouth and one arm twirling the air rapidly above her head, she continued to mime her way through one of Jade’s favourite songs until the chorus kicked in and then Jade couldn’t resist, she just had to join in with Kits wackiness.
“Do you want him, or do you want meeeeeeeee, cuz I want youuuuuuuuuu….” They both yell into the spoon whilst grinning at each other like a pair of loons. Right here, right now, this was reminding them both of the good old days when neither of them had a care in the world and the only thing they had to worry about was what they were gonna wear to the club on a Friday night.
‘Since when did life become so complicated?’ Jade thought to herself.
After the song finished they both crumpled into a fit of giggles and before long were both throwing back Mojitos like they were going out of fashion. When they got tired of mixing the concoction, they moved on to shots – neither seemed to mind that it wasn’t even noon yet.
They continued to reminisce and giggle like a pair of hyenas until Jade could feel the familiar wave of nausea was over her.
“Oh sh!t babe, I think I’m gonna--” before she could even say it, Jade clasped a hand firmly across her mouth, jumped up out of her seat and was bolting to the bathroom as though her life depended on it.
“Girl never could hold her drink!” Kit chuckled as she poured herself another shot.
“Damn this ish is good J, you don’t know what you’re missing, how about a little more Prince?” Kit yells out before turning up the sound system, mainly to drown out the noise come from the bathroom.
Before long the sound of Jodeci’s Freak Me Baby starts to emit from the kitchen counter and once again Kit is giggling like a silly schoolgirl with a crush.
“Hahahahaha girl when you gonna change this damn ringtone?” Kit holler’s down the hall to Jade.
“You want me to answer your cell for you babe?”
“URGGGGHHHHHHH UMMMPPPPPP URRRRRRGGGGGGG,” is Jade’s reply.
“I take that as a yes?” Kit chuckles to herself, before turning her attention back to Jades cell. Ooooo I wonder who Mykal is?
She didn’t want to feel hurt, let down or have her ego bruised. But knowing that their friendship would be tossed to the side every time he needed to get his leg over or “go chase his nut” as he liked to call it, was starting to irritate her more than ever.
For some unknown reason, she felt completely and utterly sick to her stomach just thinking about it. From day one he never once gave her any grand illusions as to what he really was – a womanizer, and he seemed to be a mighty damn proud one at that!
But lately, every time he mentioned one of his little “sex-capade’s” in passing, the mere thought of him being with another woman made her feel nauseas.
When did that happen?
Yes they had always been close. Yes they had each swapped intimate details including their previous relationships over the five years they’d known each other, but it had never bothered her in the past.
So what had changed?
Jesus Christmas when did this all get so complicated?
“Hey J you home?”
“In here Kit.”
Nikita or Kit as Jade affectionately dubbed her friend of eleven years only a week after they had met, were best of friends and had been ever since college. They had both attended UCLA (well Jade did, Kit only managed to stick it out for a measly six months until she decided to focus on her modelling career full time), had immediately bonded when they both discovered each other’s mutual love of fashion.
The first week had been hate at first sight. Nikita thought Jade was a little too snooty for her liking and Jade thought Nikita came across as some airhead bimbo. But then one day, when Nikita spotted Jade sporting something that looked a lot like a Dior creation fresh from the spring collection, she knew she was a girl after her own heart. Within minutes of introducing herself, Nikita made such an impact on Jade that thankfully she managed to push her pre conceptions of the leggy brunette to the side and ever since that day, they had been the best of buds.
Over the years they had become more like sisters. They shared apartments, cars, clothes, make-up, jewellery and sometimes had even dated the same guys. Although they hadn’t done that for a long time now, well not since ’94 anyway, when it all ended in tears. But to say they were close would be a complete understatement. They shared a special kind of bond which meant they were completely in tune with one another and it was exactly this intuitive streak which scared Jade right now. Kit had this “spidey” sense when it came to her friend – she always seemed to know when something was up. And even though she wasn’t in a very talkative mood right now, Jade knew Kit would find a way to make her talk one way or another.
‘Might as well perk myself up’ Jade thinks to herself ‘before the cat gets well and truly let out of the bag.’
After all, it hadn’t been as easy task over the years keeping hers and Michael friendship a secret, but the way she was feeling right now – well she wasn’t feeling all that confident that Kit wouldn’t fail to see past the miserable state she was in.
“Hey hot momma whatcha up to?”
“Baking cookies.”
“Oh sh!t what happened?”
Kit knew that when Jade brought out the baking tray and oven mitts something was most definitely up.
“Nothing happened, absolutely nothing, what you talking about, can’t a girl bake some cookies once in a while?”
Yup! Kit was right, something was most definitely awry. If Jade covered in cookie dough wasn’t proof enough, then the speed freak babble that was coming out of her mouth most certainly was.
“Okay J first of all step away from the bowl, put the whisk on the counter and back the f.uck up.” Kit was trying her very best to keep cool but she knew she was only a mili-second away from cracking up.
She just couldn’t help it. Jade was so easy to wind up and once she got her going she knew eventually she would spill the beans and get it all off her chest.
“Girl you trippin’, why are you here anyway? I thought you had a photo shoot today?”
“I did but that little f.ucker Jean-Claude cancelled on me at the last minute. But screw him. And by the way, don’t think I didn’t notice you changing the subject.”
“Hmp,” was Jades reply as she continued to frantically beat some eggs and flour together.
“I’ll get it out of you one way or another chica, but until then how about a Mojito or two eh?”
“Are you for real? It’s eleven o’clock in the morning?”
“And your point is?" Kit shrugged.
“Fine, Rum is in the pantry, Soda’s in the fridge. Line ‘em up I gotta go freshen up first.”
After a quick shower and change Jade made her way back towards the kitchen and couldn’t help herself from cracking up into a fit of giggles when she saw what Kit was up to.
The scene before Jade actually made her forget for a second or two about Michael and his shady a$$. And she had a funny feeling that this was exactly Kit’s intention – to make her forget for a while about whatever/whoever it was that was eating away at her and she couldn’t help but think how lucky she was to have a friend like her.
“Bay-be-bay-be-bay-beeeeeee, what’s it gonna be….” Kit was too busy miming into a wooden spoon to notice Jade stood in the doorway, or so Jade thought. With one arm firmly holding the utensil to her mouth and one arm twirling the air rapidly above her head, she continued to mime her way through one of Jade’s favourite songs until the chorus kicked in and then Jade couldn’t resist, she just had to join in with Kits wackiness.
“Do you want him, or do you want meeeeeeeee, cuz I want youuuuuuuuuu….” They both yell into the spoon whilst grinning at each other like a pair of loons. Right here, right now, this was reminding them both of the good old days when neither of them had a care in the world and the only thing they had to worry about was what they were gonna wear to the club on a Friday night.
‘Since when did life become so complicated?’ Jade thought to herself.
After the song finished they both crumpled into a fit of giggles and before long were both throwing back Mojitos like they were going out of fashion. When they got tired of mixing the concoction, they moved on to shots – neither seemed to mind that it wasn’t even noon yet.
They continued to reminisce and giggle like a pair of hyenas until Jade could feel the familiar wave of nausea was over her.
“Oh sh!t babe, I think I’m gonna--” before she could even say it, Jade clasped a hand firmly across her mouth, jumped up out of her seat and was bolting to the bathroom as though her life depended on it.
“Girl never could hold her drink!” Kit chuckled as she poured herself another shot.
“Damn this ish is good J, you don’t know what you’re missing, how about a little more Prince?” Kit yells out before turning up the sound system, mainly to drown out the noise come from the bathroom.
Before long the sound of Jodeci’s Freak Me Baby starts to emit from the kitchen counter and once again Kit is giggling like a silly schoolgirl with a crush.
“Hahahahaha girl when you gonna change this damn ringtone?” Kit holler’s down the hall to Jade.
“You want me to answer your cell for you babe?”
“URGGGGHHHHHHH UMMMPPPPPP URRRRRRGGGGGGG,” is Jade’s reply.
“I take that as a yes?” Kit chuckles to herself, before turning her attention back to Jades cell. Ooooo I wonder who Mykal is?
1 comment:
Heeeeyyyyy baaaaaabbbbbeeehhhh!!!!!
Now I read this a long while back over on the MJJB, but ... welllll -you know so... Lemme say that this story is too cool for skool baby! Mike's ole freak nasty behavior is getting under Miss Jade's skin huh??? She been bit by the 'love bug'??? It's hard as hell and especially when the man you love is a damn HOE!!! I know. Been there. Done that. Got a whole damn drawer full of t-shirts that my fat ass can't wear no more cause I ate myself upwards about two dress sizes when I let his dawg ass GO!
The girls kickin' back drinks and singing Prince and Jodeci??? Is that going to force conversation or a little 'freak action'??? Ain't nothing like a combination of Jodeci, Prince, and ak-coh-hol to make a girl feeelll 'frisky'! *slem*
Love it lova! *kiss*
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