Roman sat impatiently on a sofa, while he went through his phone, seemingly contemplating about dialing Brent’s number or not.
Here we go…
After three rings, Brent finally picked up.
“What’s up Dude?”
“I’m good, what’s going on?” Brent’s voice was heard from the other end.
“Laura’s back right ?”
“Yup” he mumbled.
“You’re good ?”
“I guess. I’m over Laura.”
“Alright dude. I’m checking on you, that’s what elders do.”
“Go fuck yourself”
Roman laughed loudly and hung up.
At least Brent wouldn’t lie about his feelings for Laura, it was clear that he didn’t like her anymore, not even a bit. But that bitch, Laura wouldn’t hear any of it.
It takes a bitch to take down a bitch.
Roman scrolled through his phone and found Brenda’s number, he dialed it and said a few things to her before hanging up.
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Brenda paced around her room, while biting her fingers. She still couldn’t take in what Roman told her earlier.
“No way is she going to let that bitch get her hands on Brent. Never!” Brenda swore through gritted teeth.
She smiled cheekly when an idea came into her head, she grabbed her phone and texted something to an unknown number.
Crystal Quench Night club,
In a dimly lit, large, luxurious building, the sound of music was blaring loudly while the group of crowd were dancing to its beats.
Roman, Brent and Brenda were seen seated at a corner, discussing and drinking. Though their position wasn’t easily noticed, one who knows them could see them upon entrance. They could also see anyone who came into the club.
Soon a woman walked in, she was dressed to the nines. Her make up exquisite and intimidating. Her eyes roamed around the area before landing on the table where Roman was seated, she noticed Brent, who also looked her way.
They locked eyes for some seconds before Brent looked away. She smiled confidently and went up to them.
“Hey Roman, Hey Brent, what’s up?” She said, pulling out a chair for herself.
“We’re good. You don’t look bad yourself.” Roman smiled, seizing her up.
“It’s nice seeing you guys again. How much I’ve missed you” She smiled, glancing at Brent.
“Welp! I can’t say the same for us or rather for me.” Brent laughed, pulling Brenda to him and kissed her.
Laura knitted her brows. She didn’t notice Brenda not until Brent kissed her.
She stared at Brenda, suspicion and disdain obviously written on her face.
“I almost didn’t notice you, my pardon. It seems you’re Brent’s new prey, yeah ?”
“No!” Brenda fiercely defended.
“I apologize again.” Laura smiled, obviously faked. “You’re dating her ?” She asked again, narrowing her eyes at Brent.
Brent smirked. “You’re welcome to say that.”
Laura quickly gulped down the liquid in her glass, without sparing a glance.
“You can’t be serious, Brent!” She spat, glaring at Brent.
“Why can’t I be serious? Do you have any problem with me having a girlfriend, huh?” He asked, arching his brows.
“You don’t love me anymore, do you ?” She asked, sounding hurt.
“Oh common Laura, let’s not do this right now. Not in front of Brent’s girlfriend. Besides you aren’t a thing, not anymore. Thanks to you.” Roman smiled, refiling the emptied glasses.
“You wouldn’t even hear an explanation from me ? Brent, you can’t be over me, are you ?” She said, grabbing Brent’s hands.
Brenda was quick to shake off her hands, shooting her a deadly glare.
A satisfied smile escaped Roman’s lips, like he was watching a good show. He rested on his chair, staring at Laura’s face, which was laced with anger.
Roman was still smiling, when Brent’s cold voice made him snap out of his thoughts.
“I’d ask you this question once and for the last time. Why are you back?”
Laura’s gaze seemed to sweep past their faces, slightly stopping at Brent and then she looked down.
“To get you back.” She smiled.
Brent laughed, exposing his perfect set of white teeth. “Why the fuck, do you think you can get me back? You’re so confident, I mean.”
“Brent, you know deep down you still love me, you still have feelings for me, you still do care for me Brent. Can you please stop with all these acts of getting over me.” She said, staring into Brent’s eyes.
Brent stared at her face for a while, before letting out laugh. “You’re so delusional. Why would you think I still feel something for you? I mean, you won’t want to Know how many hole I fucked after yours. Guess what ?” He sneered. “They’re all sweeter than yours. Isn’t that interesting” he mocked, grinning loudly.
Laura closed her moistened eyes, taking a deep breath. When she opened it, they were filled with anger. She glared at Brent.
“You know what? Fuck you! Fuck you Brent! I never even loved you in the first place, I just wanted something to play with!” Laura spat angrily grabbing her bag to leave.
“Go fuck yourself! whore” Brent cursed, gulping down the liquid in his glass.
Though he felt nothing towards Laura, was it likeness or Love they were all gone, he still felt a sharp pain slice across his chest.
Back then, Laura broke his heart without thinking twice. She left him for another man who she was secretly dating before him.
Brent’s perspective about women changed after Laura, that he vowed to dirty every one of them, not caring who it was.
The memories alone, reminded him of how stupid he was trusting her, even though he saw the signs.
“Fuck her! Fuck them all!” He cursed, pouring another drink into his glass.
Roman tried to stop him from drinking more, but he smiled assuring him that he was good.
Brenda’s act has ended, but she had another motive. Deep down, she hoped Brent would get so wasted that he’d end up sleeping with her.
After some moments, Brent got up, adjusting his clothes so he could leave, he staggered a bit but was held by Roman, who offered to drive him home.
Brent declined his offer, saying he was okay. Brenda decides to go with Brent, but was also turned down by him, asking her to go with Roman.
Brenda was sad, at the turn of events but she didn’t dare to let them show. She agreed and bid her goodbye to him.