Page 11 of Til Death
“You’re correct about that!” I agreed, sneaking a look at her. I know she had questions about Yosiah and me, especially since the first time I mentioned him I said we didn’t know each other. Thankfully, she was waiting to bring it up, but I saw it on her face when we first got here. She wasn’t happy with me.
“Mhm,” Aaliyah hummed.
My eyes cut in her direction. “What?”
She crossed her legs at the knee, her skirt so short she might as well had on panties. It might be cool outside, but none of us cared when it came to going out and having a good time. Peering over her glass, Aaliyah silently studied me for a second.
“It’s just… this is all so sudden. We get a random text that we’re celebrating your engagement tonight. Then a man ten years older than you is the man in question. You two don’t even run in the same circles and he’s not even your type. So how did you end up together?”
I rolled my eyes and finished my drink before pouring another. “My type is a fine ass man who fucks me well, looks good next to me, and can match my lifestyle,” I replied with a deadpan stare.
She snorted. “I know he comes from money. My dad worked with his dad’s company when they were looking to expand, but he’s still not your type.”
I cocked my head to the side. “And what’s my type, Aaliyah?”
She snickered. “We all know your track record, Xylina. You date guys that are easy to control and will do whatever you say. I doubt Yosiah is that.”
I kept my face blank although my insides grew flustered. “And who said that’s not how he is.”
Again, she laughed. “Are you telling me he is?” One of her perfectly arched brows lifted.
“I’m saying he’s exactly what I’ve been looking for in a man.”
“How long have you two been dating?”
“Does it matter?”
She shrugged. “Something just doesn’t seem right. I mean you’re nineteen and about to marry someone we never heard you mention before. As a friend, I can’t be concerned?”
“Aaliyah! Girl, who cares. You’re ruining the damn mood,” Savannah complained, frowning in her direction.
“Yeah. I thought we were here to party and celebrate! This is not fun!” Angel went into her purse and pulled out a small baggie. I knew what was inside. We all experimented with coke and ecstasy before but Angel was the only one who kept her nose dirty frequently. “I’m going to the bathroom.” She stood.
“Hold on, I’m coming with you. My bladder is about to explode.” Tiara popped up.
“Aaliyah!” someone yelled out from the entrance of our section. The guards standing out front blocked them from coming in.
She glanced over and lifted a finger. I never took my eyes off her though.
“I hope you didn’t take offense to what I said, Xylina. You know I’m nosy, girl.” Her tone lacked any sincerity. I knew thiswas just how Aaliyah was though. I didn’t think she was genuine with anyone.
With a fake smile on my face, I shook my head. “Girl, no. If one of you guys suddenly announced a marriage, I would wonder too. You don’t have to worry though. When you come to the wedding, you’ll see how in love we are.”
She smirked. “I guess I will.” She stood. “I’ll be right back.” She grabbed her Gucci crossbody and paused. “Oh, where’s your ring? You’re not one to not show anything off, yet I don’t see it on your finger.”
I glanced at my left hand then flicked my eyes back to Aaliyah. “It’s getting resized. Don’t worry, I’m going to show it off soon as I get it back.”
“Mhm.” She nodded and turned to leave the section.
Soon as she was gone, I rolled my eyes and took a large gulp of my drink while Savannah rushed to my side. She leaned in so her mouth was close to my ear.
“Okay we’re alone, bitch. Spill right now!” Her words slurred as she spoke loudly.
Pulling my cup back, I twisted my neck to face her.
“You told me you didn’t know that man and now you’re about to marry him. What happened?”
Setting my glass down, I grabbed my pouch and went inside for my lip gloss. “Simple, everyone knows when I set my eyes on something I don’t stop until I get it.”
