“Kobe?”
He looked as if he wanted to pass out. Kobe used to be one of my best friends. She was the first girl that I talked to when I moved up to New York. I had let that trifling bitch into my house. I had even left her stay over when her apartment had been painted. She was there 3 full days. Most of the time that she was there I wasn’t because I had to work a lot and go to school. That must have been the time that she had made her moves with my man. I wasn’t going to let him go running back to her. This meant war.
“Look, bitch. The next time you decide you wanna fuck someone’s man, make sure it’s yours!”
I hung up the phone on her as she began replying to what I had just said to her. I turned it off just to make sure she didn’t call back. Then my eyes set on him. He looked guilty and began stepping back into the bathroom. I walked over to him and I stood right in front of him. Even though he was 5’6, I am only 5’1 and still had to look up at him slightly. Even so, I saw him tremble a little and what he knew was going to be a fight, possibly physical.
“How dare you sleep with that little-eyed bitch? That fuckin’ Chinese whore? You know that’s what she used to be right? Nothing but a hole for some disease ridden bastards to get their rocks off. And you slept with her. In our home, the place that you and me sleep. And you have the nerve to ask me whether or not I’m sleeping with any of your sleazy friends. I cannot believe you.”
I wanted so badly to punch him in his stomach but it wouldn’t do much. Even though he was short, he was built. He was training to become a New York firefighter and could easily take me. I thought even though I couldn’t hurt him with my fists, maybe I could with my words. But that didn’t seem to be happening because all of a sudden as he looked down at me, he began to smile. It wasn’t that of amusement. It was one more of that that he knew he had me. He knew that there was really nothing I could do to stop him from sleeping with that little tramp. To prove his point, he simply walked past me as if I wasn’t even there. This made me furious. As soon as he walked past, I quickly turned him around as hard as I could as slapped him with all of my might. Sometimes I don’t know my own strength. This was one of those times. I had left a huge, red hand mark on his face. And the deep crimson color that he turned as a result of it easily covered where I had slapped him. I stepped make in fear. I afraid that he would hit me back unlike before when he would usually just walk away. He made a step towards me like was going to do something but might have thought better of it. Again he smiled that cocky smile and rubbed his cheek a little. All the while he stared at me with his hard eyes. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he spoke. Softly, but firmly.