Honest

twenty-five

I get a text from Salone.

"Hey girlie, haven't talked to you in a while. Come out with me."

I sigh. "Okay, where to?"

Of course she chooses a club. My thumb slides over the screen, going through my texts. I hesitate over his conversation with his name.

Why should I text him? I shake my head, getting ready. This is exactly what I need. Just a night with my girl, my best friend, to clear my head.

I take the Buick, and go to the address Salone sent me. It's a pretty nice club, of course, everything is outrageously expensive, but that's why I brought some Mike n Ikes.

I scan the place, finding Salone waving her hands frantically.

I roll my eyes with a smile, navigating towards her.

"Hey Salone," I smile.

She wraps her arms around me. "Oh my baby! I haven't seen you in years! Are you married? Do you have kids? STD's?"

She's such a drama queen. I shrug her off me.

"It's only been a week or so since I talked to you. What are you up to?"

"Nothing much. I'm eyeing that Tall, Dark, Handsome fellow over there."

She nods, and I follow her with my line of vision. Wait...I know that guy. He was at the house that's Giuseppe's cousin, what was his name?

"Um... he's alright I guess," I shrug nonchalantly.

"Girl that boy is Fione. Not fine, Fione. And he blushes whenever I look at him, watch."

She smiles at him, and he looks away, going red.

"Look at that! How cute is that?"

So not cute. That's what's his face, Giuseppe's cousin. Who's probably part of the Vitale too.

"Yeah, but... he's..."

"Mine," Salone smirks. Oh no. "That man is mine."

Oh no.

She gets up, but I pull her back. "No," I say frantically. "He's not what you think. I know him-"

"Little one," I shut my eyes with a wince.

Yeah, no. I probably should've figured that out.

"Giuseppe," I respond curtly.

Beside him is what's his face, still blushing.

Salone ignores this exchange, instead focusing on what's his face.

"Hi. I'm Salone. What's your name?"

Yes, what is your name, meatball? Because it completely slipped my mind.

"It's Levi," He extends his hand.

That's why his name was! Ugh! I knew that!

She shakes his hand, shimmying up to him. "Nice to meet you Levi. Would you like to dance?"

"S-sure," He murmured.

Ah, he is adorable.

Now for the devil. I glance at him, my eyes quickly darting back to my friend.

If that boy gets too handsy I'm gonna waste him. No takes advantage of my smol bean.

"You friend seems to have taken a liking to my cousin," He whispered.

I shrug, squinting to make sure there's enough space between them for the holy spirit.

There's not. There's not even enough space between them for a damn phytoplankton, what is she doing?

"Tell your cousin to take his hands off my friend's ass,"

"Tell your friend to take her hands off my cousin's...crotch? Oh my," We both reel back. "Oh that's just....I'm gonna look away."

I nod. "Me too."

Neither of us look away, instead cringing in disgust.

"That's it, she's pregnant." I note.

"Damn, this public indecency, is that? Are they?"

"Like I said, she's pregnant. Faster than a w*****d girl."

"Oh God, I just threw up in my mouth a little."