I made my way up to the jail secretly happy that I would be able to see my man. Lord knows I missed him and even though these visits were short lived, just being in his presence got me by these days. After going through the extensive search and with the guards AKA the welcoming committee, I was finally in the waiting room with the rest of the girlfriends, wives and family, waiting.
I took my compact mirror out, making sure that my lip gloss was on point and trailing my eyebrows when I looked up at some inmate staring me down. He looked like he could have belonged to the group bone Wu-Tang Clan with the several tattoos that ran down his face and the scowl that he wore on his face. The shit was kind of scary, so I turned to the other side of the table only to catch another weird looking person in my face. I had to remind myself that these deprived men were in jail and would lust after anything in a skirt.
After, ten minutes of waiting, I spotted Flame strutting over. Baby boy was getting a little buff from being locked up and by now I’m pretty sure his newfound muscles matched his big ass ego. I smiled and extended my arms when he walked up, but he only looked stone faced. He then looked me up a down followed by him just sitting down without saying a word.
“Heyyyy!” I said, excitedly scooting a little closer to him.
“What’s up?” was the only thing he said.
I didn’t know what was going on with him, but his entire vibe was throwing me off.
“Soo, how are you?” I asked, still trying to be positive and not ruin the visit.
“Yo, put your fucking feet under the table,” he motioned for me to move my feet.
I looked down at my feet and wondered what he was talking about. I placed my white coted toenails under the table and then turned my attention back to him.
“Why are my feet being out bothering you?”
“Why the fuck do you got that shit on? You came here to see me, not play dress up and put on a damn show,” he said quietly, but still with enough force to make the hair on my arms stand up.
I looked down at the basic outfit that I had on which consisted of a pencil skirt and a ruffled top and open toed pumps. I called myself trying to be causally cute for my man and here he was complaining because I was getting more attention than him. Typical Flame.
“Well, I try to look decent for you, but maybe I would be better if I just wore, t-shirts and sweats.”
“Yeah you do that. When niggas cheesing and looking all goofy at my girl, it never ends well,” he said, confidently.
I only rolled my eyes up to the sky ready to just get up and leave.
“Keep rolling them, and them shits gone get stuck like that,” I heard him say.
“So, is this what we gone do for the whole visit. Do I have to listen to you bitch the entire time?” I asked, fed up with his attitude.
“It’s whatever you want to do,” he folded his arms like he wasn’t about to be the first one to backdown, but luckily, I wasn’t as childish as he was.
“So, what’s new? Have you heard anything from Kiyan?” I asked referring to his case.
“Yeah, shit getting handled,” he said, shortly.
“Okay, so that is good,” I said, getting back perked up.
Still, Flame’s mood hadn’t changed and I knew he couldn’t have been this mad because other men were looking at me. I did know him to be the jealous type, but I wasn’t checking for any of these men, let alone men who were in the same position that he was in.
I let out a sigh and shook my head.
“Problem?” he asked.
I chuckled. “You know what, I do have a problem,” I said staring up at the ceiling before my gaze finally met him.
“Enlighten me,” he said, with his hand clasped together.
“Okay cool,” I said, with a slick smile. “My problem is that I waste my time fucking with one nigga when I should be dating seven, hell ten! My problem is I can’t figure out for the life of me why I always get so entangled in these weak ass relationships when I really just need to be free to fuck with and just fuck whoever I want to. That’s my problem,” I said, returning his arrogance.
He smirked. “P, it isn’t gone be hospital that can fix that slick ass mouth if you don’t tread lightly.”
I could tell that Flame was on fire as his jaw was clenched and his temple was beaming from the side of his head., I grabbed my purse and stormed out. Flame had ruined my mood and I wasn’t going to continue to sit in his face while he was trying to treat a bitch.
I got in my car and drove away from the jail like a bat out of hell. I had no intention of returning ever and Flame had better not think of dialing my line. Before him, I was out enjoying my life and I would continue to do the same after him. I was driving so fast and cursing Flame out along the way that I was not paying attention to the road and I slammed into the back of someone’s G-wagon.
I stopped hard on my breaks, but by them it was too late, and I saw the driver’s door being swung open. Today was just not my damn day. I jumped out of my car ready to apologize profusely and give the person my insurance information, but all of that went out of the window very quickly.
“Damn bitch fuck you get your license from? Look at my fucking car!” the driver snapped.
I said a silent prayer in my head so that I could hold my composure, but if one more bitch came out of his mouth, I was going to hit his ass with my car next.
“Fuck you standing over there looking dumb for? Do you see my fucking car,” he continued to go on.
“Look, here is my insurance info, all of that is not necessary,” I said, referring to all the crying that he was doing.
He ignored my comment and got on his phone and proceeded to tell someone that he had just got into an accident. He was going on and on like a little bitch.
“Umm excuse me, it’s hot out here and I don’t have time to stand out here with you all day. Are you going to take the info or no?”
Just then a seven series matte black BMW pulled alongside of us and I suddenly felt nervous. Flame had always reminded me to take my taser out with me and my hard-headed ass never listened. Now here I was with one crazy person and possibly another one had just pulled up.
I grabbed my keys quickly remembering that I had pepper spray on my key ring, and I prepared to use it. I just hoped that some crazy shit wasn’t about to go down all because I had rear ended someone. I braced myself and held my finger steady on the pepper spray when the person who was in the car finally stepped out.
“Bruh, look at this shit,” the other one went on. “Her dumb ass ran into me at a fucking red light,” he pointed to me and rolled his eyes.
“YO CHILL OUT!” the other man finally spoke, and he had my full attention from his butter pecan colored skin to his to the way he commanded attention just by the tone of his voice.
The other man tried to go on, but he quickly stopped noticing the look on the other one’s face. The guy walked around and inspected the damages to the car without saying a word, while the other stupid one sulked.
“Um, hi I’m sooo sorry to inconvenience you and your friend’s time like this. My insurance will cover the damages,” I said, handing him my insurance card so that he could take a picture of it.
For the first time since he stepped on the scene, he looked up at me and his eyes lingered for a moment. I took in his big brown eyes and handsome looks and I had to look away quickly.
“You good. Shit happens,” he said, with a shrug. “This is only one of my cars.”
“Ohh this is your car? Not his?” I pointed to his mad friend.
“Nah, this fool was supposed to been taking it to my detailing shop for me and he was out joy riding. The shop way on the other side of town. How you get all the way over here?” he was now talking to the other dude.
“Ri, it’s not even like that man. I was just handling some business,” he spoke.
It was so funny how he was just popping so much shit before and now he was stuttering like a kid was being scolded by his daddy. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“So, where you were rushing off to, looking like that?” Ri turned his attention to me, looking me up and down.
“I was on my way to the nearest bar to drink my problems away, but god had other plans.”
“You still trying to do that?”
“Do what?”
“Get some drinks.”
“I just hit your car and you are asking me about drinks,” I laughed. “Absolutely not. After the day I had. All I want is my bed and to be left alone.”
“Shit, this little dent,” he pointed. “I can have that shit fixed by tomorrow. I’m not even sweating it, but you enjoy your night miss lady,” he said, in this sexy low tone that made my knees buckle.
“You don’t want to contact my insurance?” I asked.
“Nah, ain’t no need for all of that. I will see you around though.” With that he walked away instructing his friend to drive the g-wagon and he hoped back in his BMW.
I got back into my car after seeing that the front of my car only had a few scratches that a fresh ain’t job could fix. I drove home and a smile couldn’t help but form on my face thinking about the charming man that I had just met. I didn’t know what was in the cards for Flame and me, but tonight I had someone else to think about.