Too Early. (Lunchtime)

Nicki woke up gloomy and unpleasant. She was a little relieved that DeWayne had left, but at the same time scared about what was going down today. Nicki got in the shower and thought. What if he said he loved her. "Hmm?" she thought. "I'll say I don't need his love. No! I'll say I don't need love period." Nicki was happy with that and she knew it was the right thing to say.
Nicki wore some jeans, a navy fitted
shirt, a black leather jacket, some gold sandals, and her long black bob wig.
She got in her favorite car, her pink Bentley. It always made her feel better.
She put in the address in her GPS and headed out. "I hope the hoes got some good food. I'll try to do more eating than talking." Nicki thought. Nicki was just being stubborn. She wanted to talk, but the didn't want to mess up anything with her big mouth. She arrived at the restaurant 10 minutes late. "Damn he's gonna be pissed." Nicki thought.

"Hi." Nicki said in a soft, quiet, cute voice.

"Hey." Safaree said.

"Sorry for being late." Nicki said smiling.

"It's okay. You're a woman."

"And whats that supposed to mean?"

"Aren't most women late?"

"Yes."

"Well there you go." Safaree said smiling.

"Well there you go." Nicki said mocking him quietly.

"Um what was that?" Safaree said almost laughing.

"Shut up Safaree!" Nicki said hitting him with her menu.

Safaree loved the way his name came from her mouth. He loved her laugh. He loved everything about her.

"What are you getting?" Nicki asked.

"Um...probably the veggie burger."

"Me too."

"Cool."

They ordered their food and ate.

"Nicki?"

"Yeah?"

"We have to talk."

"Okay."

"About the hotel scene, um...Nicki I think I love you."

Nicki sat quietly.

"Nicki say something."

"Um...I got to go."

"Nicki! wait!"

Nicki kept running and jumped in her car and drove off.

"Damn!" Safaree yelled.

He stood there till he saw her car fade away.

Nicki kept driving fast and had many thoughts going through her head.
"Why did he tell me that?" "Did he really mean it?" "I would think he knew I'm just out of a relationship." A tear ran down Nicki's cheek. "Pull your self together Nic." she said to herself. And she kept driving.

Should We Keep On?

Safaree felt a little bit of him die inside. He had left his wife of 7 years, Nicki may never talk to him again, and his car is destroyed. He decided to call Nicki.

Nicki woke up on the bed from which she was beat on. She got off the bed and got in the shower. As she was in the shower she thought. "Maybe I deserved this." she re-thought. "No I didn't, as much hell and shit as this man put me through, I didn't deserve this. I've been by his side for as long as I can remember."
Nicki jet out the shower and put her clothes on, and put her hair in a messy bun. She went downstairs where DeWayne was watching TV and smoking a cigar.

"DeWayne no smoking in my house."

"Fuck you talkin' to?"

"You." Nicki said cutting a pineapple. But not looking at him.

"BITCH THIS MY HOUSE!!"

"No need to yell. And I pay the bills here."

"Did I not teach you to keep ya damn mouth shut when we was up stairs?"

"Not now DeWayne." Nicki said washing the knife off.

"BITCH! I---"

Before he could finish his sentence Nicki had thrown the knife towards him but purposely missed just to scare him.

"I know you just didn't throw that knife a me."

"SHUT UP!! YOU'RE PURE BULLSHIT TO ME. ALL THE HELL YOU PUT ME THROUGH WHEN YOU WERE SLEEPING WITH YA HOES!" Nicki was so mad that her Trini accent was full blast.

"AND FUCK YOU DEWAYNE! I HOPE YOU ROT IN MOTHERFUCKIN' HELL! GET THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE!!!"

DeWayne just sat there.

"I SAID GET OUTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!"

DeWayne was never so scared in his life. He jetted out the door so quick didn't even get a good glimpse of him.

Nicki stood there. Then remembered she had some pineapples.

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Nicki's phone rang. It was Safaree. She was kinda scared. What if he was gonna be mad at her for ruining his marriage? "It's okay." Nicki thought.
She answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey it's Safaree."

"Hi."

"Look we need to talk. We can have lunch right after I get my car?"

Nicki gulped. "Okay."

"Alright bye."

Nicki hung up the phone faster than he could say good bye.

How will lunch go?