“Bad Habits 4: A Best Friend Scorned”
My friendship with Cassi Monroe began in ninth grade. Before that point, she’d never noticed me because I was the scrawny gay nerd and she was the popular princess. The summer before ninth grade, my gay uncle taught me about style and bought me a bunch of designer clothes. The moment Cassi saw me in Gucci on the first day of school that year, she invited me into her circle of friends. And just like that, I was in. I was the only gay member in her circle of seven girls and one metrosexual straight boy that most of the girls had sex with every now and then. Those four years of high school were amazing because I got to be in the most exclusive clique that walked the halls of Braxton-Jacobs High. I also got the chance to help a few popular basketball and football players experiment on the DL.
Cassi and I went to New York to attend Syracuse University and during our sophomore year, she became involved with star basketball player Vince Robertson. I was happy for her because they seemed to fit together perfectly; however, she started ignoring my calls and hanging out with me less and less. Eventually, I lost my best friend as she was scooped up into another circle. Vince ended up in the NBA and Cassi dropped out of college to be with him. Although I was pissed at her for ending our friendship, I was still happy for her and I chatted with her now and then on social media over the course of five years. One cold November night, I received my first call from her in years.
“Cassi, hey,” I said while unpacking groceries in my kitchen. “It’s been a while, girl.”
“I know,” she said with a light laugh through my speakerphone. “Dalvin, you’re probably wondering why I’m calling you out of the blue.”
“First, I wanted to say that I’m sorry for the way our friendship ended. We both made mistakes and…”
I turned towards my phone and asked, “Hold up, we both made mistakes? Cassi, I didn’t do anything to you. I supported you and even told you about that trashy white girl I saw all over Vince one night at the club. I did nothing but support you our whole friendship. And what did you do? You abandoned me.”
“Don’t make me hang up on you, bitch! It might be wise for you to go ahead and get to what this phone call is actually about instead of trying me with this fake ass apology. I have an article to finish writing for next month’s issue of Vogue.”
She sighed and joked, “You always was super smart. Okay, the truth is I need you for something important.”
“You want me to put a word in for you at the magazine?”
“No, it’s not about that. I need you for something serious, Dalvin. It’s about Cierra.”
When she said it was about her and Vince’s daughter, my attitude changed a little. I may have been harboring resentment towards her for our failed friendship, but I was willing to help her with anything related to her two-year-old daughter. I sighed and asked, “What do you need me to do?”
“I’m sure you know I’ve called off my engagement to Vince.”
“Actually, I didn’t know that. I haven’t been on any of your social media accounts in some months.”
“Well, it’s over. Some raggedy ass white bitch showed up at our condo trying to fight me over him. I beat her ass and Vince made her sign a non-disclosure agreement.”
“As many times as he’s cheated on you, I’m surprised that made you dump him.”
“That’s not why I dumped him. It’s what was said by the raggedy ass white bitch prior to her signing the agreement.” She took a deep breath and asked, “Are you alone right now?”
“Can we meet right now? I can be there in thirty minutes.”
“Why are you suddenly being so annoying?”
“Because…” She paused for a second before continuing, “…there is some shit I need to tell you that has to remain confidential.”
Realizing that this was a deepening situation, I told her, “I’ll give you my building’s address. It has its own parking garage so you can drive instead of taking Uber or Lyft.”
“Thank you, Dalvin. I genuinely appreciate it.”
“I haven’t agreed to anything yet. I’ll text you my address.”
“I’m heading out of my apartment right now.”
I ended the call and texted her my address. While waiting for her to arrive, I thought about all of the times she screwed me over to help herself. Our friendship had its ups and downs over the years and I couldn’t believe I let her be the one who walked away from it. I should’ve ended our friendship the very first time she showed me who she truly was, but I kept thinking she would change and would appreciate me being there for her every time she needed me. Now she needed me to be there for her again and there I was ready to jump at the opportunity.
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