Chapter 12

Ashton ... Mind Yo Business Lisa

Saturday night. I was dressed in my nice fitted pants that showed off my socks, a button-down shirt with a vest on top, and my black shoes. The doorbell sounded, I walked over to open the door, there was my dude Mick this guy with Nigerian roots.

He stepped inside and looked around, “Where is my girl?” he asked. He had this thing where he liked to joke about Chelsea being his woman.

I gave him a look, “Bruh, what I told you about that?”

“I’m just fucking with you.”

I looked at myself in the mirror I had over the fireplace, “I thought I informed everyone that Chelsea and I are on a break right now.”

“Oh, damn man—”

“Don’t worry about it. She’ll be back when I’m ready for her to come back. This is a game she likes to play. We’ve been through this before.”

He inhaled sharply and shook his head, “Uh man, what if she doesn’t come back?”

I laughed.

“I mean ... would you be mad if—”

“Bruh!”

“Just asking. You ready?”

I grabbed my wallet and we headed out to the spot.

So. There we were two handsome men at the club. Of course, the ladies were pushing up on us. As I stood there talking to this pretty fair-skinned girl with hazel eyes when out of the corner of my eyes I saw trouble headed toward me like a runaway freight train. Oh shit, I thought, here we go.

She marched right up to me and pushed my shoulder making me move back a little, “Girl what’s your problem?” I asked her. I don’t believe in hitting women but she was about to get her little slim ass carted out of the club.

“What the fuck are you doing Ashton? When are you going to get your shit together?” she asked with nostrils flared and clapping her hand with each syllable. You would have thought I was her man the way she was acting.

“Look Lisa, chill.”

“Why are you out here all up in these raggedy bitches faces when my girl is out there somewhere crying and feeling bad?”

“She left. I didn’t tell her to leave. Besides, why are you in my business anyway.”

Everyone nearby watched and listened. One chick pulled out her phone and started recording. That’s when I knew it was time to leave. I walked off and she followed me outside, “Ashton, I’m talking to you, wait.”

My dude had caught up to us, “We out man, or what?”

“Yeah, let’s get out of here.”

“Hold on,” she said with her hand on my chest before I could enter my friend’s car, “look, Ashton, you’re making a mistake. I know Chelsea loves you. You’re a good guy. You just have to change.”