Me & My Boyfriend. Keisha Ervin

I'm sure as hell not John and for damn sure don't look like no man, so he's tripping.” Meesa jokingly suggested.

      “Let me go and find him, I'll be back.” Replied Destiny.

      Across the floor, Black had saw everything that had went down, and kind of felt sorry for Meesa's partna. He had also seen a couple of dudes try and holla at Meesa. But Meesa turned down each advance. Now Black was starting to get confused, because two out of the three dudes that tried to holla at Meesa were baller's. Maybe the rumors about her weren't true.

      Gwen, Kelly, Nikki, Tamara, and Meesa partied the night away. The night was almost over and nobody had seen Destiny since the incident.

      Each of the girls looked all over for her, no one found her. Walking out the club, they heard people shouting. One of the voices were familiar, it was Destiny's. Meesa and the girls pushed their way past the others and hurried to see what was happening.

      They found Destiny crying and screaming at the top of her lungs at Daryl. Gwen, being the fearless one in the group, quickly asked, “what in the fuck is going on, Dee?”

      Not answering, she just kept on saying, “Daryl I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” Crying and pleading, making a fool out of herself. Standing in shock, Meesa looked at her friend as if through rose colored glasses. This was not the same girl she knew. Who was this imposter, because this was not Destiny Richards?

      Meesa was embarrassed, people had started crowding around looking at the spectacle that was occurring. Nikki finally did what most of them wanted to do, but couldn't do, she grabbed Destiny and tried to calm her down. But Daryl interjected and told her to mind her own business.

      Having enough, Meesa finally asked softly, “Dee what's wrong?” All the while stroking her hand. “What's wrong is your ass, why in the fuck do you got on something that I bought for her ass?”

      “I told you, I let her have the damn dress because she worried sick while I was out with your ass!” Yelled Destiny. “Bitch, I'll slap the shit out you, don't you ever talk shit back to me. You ain't nothing but a inconsiderate bitch! I already told you, I didn't want you hanging around these scandalous ass bitches! They don't care shit about you!” Daryl demanded.

      “Now look, hold on Daryl, all that shit ain't even called for!” Meesa shouted back.

      “Bitch, you need to stay the fuck out of our business and get some of your own!”

      “Who in the fuck are you calling a bitch?” Asked Gwen.

      “Stop, ya'll stop it, ya'll only going to make things worse!” Hollered Destiny.

      “Fuck him girl, he sitting up here disrespecting you and us!” Said Nikki.

      “Fuck this shit, come on Destiny we can finish this shit at home!” Daryl demanded, yanking her arm. Not knowing if she should choose her friends or Daryl, Destiny stood still, and too long for Daryl because, before they knew it, he punched her dead in her face.

      Everybody in the crowd gasped, niggas and bitches. Destiny just cried even harder and held her eye. It wasn't the dress Daryl was mad about, it was the fact that Meesa didn't want him. She saw in him what no one else could, and he hated the fact she didn't want him. Taking off her shoes, Gwen got ready to go heads up with Daryl. Gwen had fought plenty of dudes growing up, so a nigga didn't scare her.

      Holding her back, Meesa just wanted the whole horrible scene to be over.

      “Daryl.” She said patiently. “You need to just chill the fuck out. If me having on this dress is causing all of this commotion, then I will give Destiny the dress back tomorrow.”

      “You think I want you to give her that dress back, bitch please, she shouldn't have given it to you in the first place.” Fed up, Meesa went to say she wasn't going to be anymore of his bitches, but she was cut off by the sound of Black's voice coming through the crowd of spectators.

      “Aye man, you need to chill out and go on home. You drunk man and you don't know what you're saying right now, so chill out and go on home.” Black said, meaning every word.

      “Who in the fuck are you, nigga.” Daryl stepped up.

      “I'm Black. I mean if you want a formal meeting, we can make that possible.” Black pulled up his shirt to reveal his pistol. Daryl looked Black up and down and stepped back since he wasn't strapped.

      “Fuck you nigga and that bitch. This shit ain't over nigga.” Yelled Daryl walking away.

      “Daryl.” Yelled Destiny. She wanted him to come back. The crowd started to disperse since the scene was over.

      Tamara was trying to calm Destiny down while Gwen put back on her heels.

      “Are you going to be okay Dee, because I got to go pick up Jaden Jr. from my momma's house.” Kelly asked.

      “Yeah, I'll be fine.” Destiny answered, sounding sickly. Kelly left and the rest of the girls stayed and tried to console Destiny.

      The punch that Daryl gave her to her eye was already starting to swell. The beautiful Tyra Banks look alike looked like she had stared in Rocky 3.

      Meesa began to cry too feeling sorry for her friend.

      “I'm so sorry Dee.” She said.

      “Don't be Mee Mee, I'll be okay.”

      “Thanks ya'll, but I need to get out of here.” Destiny said anxiously. She walked away hurriedly, not giving them a chance to say goodbye. Nikki shook her head, saddened by her friend and hugged the girls goodbye.

      Black was still at the scene sitting in his Escalade. Gwen and Meesa were walking to Gwen's gray Maxima, when Black jumped out of his truck and approached Meesa.

      “Ay ya, Shorty, come here?” Meesa turned and found Black standing like the hero he was.

      “I'll be right back Gwen.”

      “Hurry up, I'm ready to go.” She replied, aggravated still. Approaching Black nothing ran through her body like usual. Meesa was still in a fog over the night's event.

      “You alright.” Black asked sincerely.

      “Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just worried about Destiny.”

      “Are you about to go home?”

      “Yes”.

      “Well uh, if you want, I'll give you a ride?”

      “Aight, I'll be right back. Let me go and tell my friend that I'm going to ride with you.” She put pep in her step and told Gwen she found another way home.

      Black still didn't open the car door for her, but for once she didn't care, she had other things on her mind. Black popped in an old Jodeci CD. They both sat in silence and vibed off the slow music. Half way through the ride, Meesa finally turned and faced Black.

      Remembering what happened the last time she was in his car, she tried to look into his soul, wondering why he thought what he thought about her. Black knew what she was thinking even without her voicing it. So, he turned to her and smiled, looking serious at the same time. A smiled crossed Meesa's face, she hated the effect he had on her. The littlest thing he did made her happy. She just hated he didn't feel her the same way. Remembering Destiny, her face reentered Meesa's mind. She let out a desperate sigh.

      How could things have been so fucked up for her? Meesa didn't like Daryl from the moment they met, not really knowing why. But tonight, she sure figured out why. The nigga was loony as hell. Looking down at the infamous dress, she still was in shock.

      “All of this over you.” She said aloud.

      “What did you say?” Black asked.

      “I just can't believe Daryl dogged my girl like that in front everybody over a dress.”

      “Man, I don't know what to say about that dude.” Perplexed, Black continued, I do know your friend needs to leave that nigga alone though because he's crazy.”