LAU'S POV

Merde! I non believe this shit! My brather so stupid sometime! I know I not tell him that Vee come, but he know I not like this trashy girl. And what she have the nerve to come dress in, this prove my points! She dress like she gonna go to be a escorting girl. I understand she so pretty, but there are girls better looking and not look like a hooker.

LARRY'S POV

Merde!

VEE'S POV

Yeah, okay, so this situation is awkward as fuck! We've been standing here looking between one another, no one wanting to speak up first. I noticed most of the glances coming my way, clearly waiting for a reaction out of me.

When he walked in after her, no lie, my heart skipped a few beats; at first, from the sight of his handsome face, and then because the realization hit me like a ton of bricks when I instantly put two and two together. Yes, I already knew that this was Ms. Accent from the phone conversation that night.... or lack there of.

"Hey Larry!" I gave a quick wave and he gave me a quick wave back right before I made my way towards the seating area. I gave no reaction as I said hi to him; one would think that I had met Larry only once before, the way I did it so nonchalantly. He didn't seem to have any reaction either, which bothered me for some reason.

Maybe it was because of this girl. Maybe she was his girl, and he didn't want her knowing that we knew each other more than we were letting off. I really surprised myself, being that I would've much rather had jump into his arms and gave him that kiss that we were supposed to have shared that night at Chrystal's, regardless of this girl being here or not. But as I said before, I try to avoid confrontation at every chance I get.

No lie, she was gorgeous! She reminded me of one of my all-time favourite actresses: the beautiful Sofia Vergara, but sexier, which I didn't think was possible! I compared myself and saw that she was everything I wasn't. While she was tall, light skinned, and had coloured eyes, I was short and deep caramel with brown eyes. Her hair was silky and longer than my textured armpit length hair. We both had nice booties, but she beat me again with her chest, which looked to be about an F cup. And she had legs for days, with the confidence to go out in such a daring outfit; confidence in which I lacked.

I am no hater, so I can't even say that anything was visually wrong with the girl. And whilst most would frown upon her attire, I find her I-don't-give-a-fuck-about-your-opinion-on-me attitude to be extremely commendable in my eyes!

After sitting down, I pulled out my iPhone to play Bubble Mania, my favourite and only game that I have on it.

Chrystal walked up to me and took a seat to my left.

"Yo, are you okay?"
I looked up at her from my phone and scrunched my face, "Yeah girl! He is not my man!" I laughed it off, going back to my game.

"Yeah, okay." She mumbled, more to herself as she got up to join the rest of the group.

In all honesty, I was shattering to pieces inside and this is why I really despise being so sensitive. I looked over at the four of them and realized that I was a fifth wheel. I don't know why it hurt so much, but it did. Here I was, alone and without Larry next to me, because I didn't want to call him. I'm sure he probably took it as me not wanting to talk period; as if I was brushing him off, so he ran and got another girl that would hold his interest more than I could. The thoughts going through my head were making me feel really stupid. I wanted to get up and run to the bathroom to cry. But instead, I held it in a put on a smile, making sure it wasn't overly done.

"Variété, come, is ours turn!" Laurent waved out to me. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, I didn't realize that everyone was walking out the side door.

"Umm, you know what Lau, I'm not really feeling too well right now. I guess the nerves are starting to get to me! I think I'm gonna head home. I need to lay down." I smiled at him, trying to look as sick as I possibly could.

I knew that he knew that I was lying, but neither one of us brought it up.

"You want for me for take you home?" he asked. God, why couldn't I have gotten the sweet one? I asked myself.

"No Lau, I really appreciate it, but I'm fine. Thanks a lot though!"

I stood up, gathered my things and headed towards the front door, with the always-sweet Laurent walking behind me.

"I walk you to you car then, oki?"

I grinned widely, "Thanks Lau!"

He put his large hand on my shoulder, stopping me in my tracks. I turned around to face him with a curious look.

"Vee," he let out a deep sigh, " I swear for you, that my brather sooooo stupid sometime! Well, most of the times, but, I not explain this for you. He just, he not know what he doing, and he- is so hard to explain this for you, I so sorry mon Anglais is not better for you for understand!"

"It's alright Lau. Larry is his own man, and we are not together. It was stupid of me not to listen to you and just call him, but I'm alright. Plus, that girl is literally everything I'm not, which means that I wasn't his type in the first place." I gave off a laugh, which in reality, was killing me inside. The tears I was holding in were threatening to spill from my eyes right infront of Lau. I took a deep sigh in order to hold them back.

Lau grabbed me by my shoulders and looked me dead in the eyes with a stern face, "You are kidding me Variété? This girl is beautiful, but she non beautiful like you! She use her look for all things, and I never tell my brather this but sh-" He cut his sentence short, which made me want to know what he was going to say even more.

"Oh no, uh uh, you're not doing that Lau! Now you really have to tell me. You can't just leave a statement hanging like that!"

After a couple of moments, he let out a deep sigh and explained, "Oki. Ummm, so she come on for me a few months ago when-"

"Wait," I cut him off, "so you're saying that he tried to kiss me, and this whole time he had a girl?!"

Shaking his head vigorously, he stated, "Oh, non, not like this! He only fuck Marisol-" Cutting his sentence short again, I could tell that he wished that he could take back what he had just laid on me. More than likely, I exposed the feelings that were slowly growing inside of me for Larry through the expression on my face.

"I so sorry Vee, I mean, is true though. He just fuck her. I not sure if he like her like that, but I hate her! I hate her because she think she so perfect and that her looks can give her all the stuff she want. I really hate her because how she come on me one night. This was for me and my twin birthday for this club we host. I know Larry like Marisol, so I stay away from her, but all night when my brather not around, she try for dance on me and rub on my leg and all this stuff. Then when Larry go to the bathroom, she trying to kiss me. I tell her no and that she with my brather, but she try again and again. I tell her that I tell this things to Larry and she back off. I never say nothing to him, because I know he get mad at me and think this thing go the other way around; that I try to get with her, but this not something I can do for my brather, you know?"

I see the frustration on Lau's face as he explains everything to me. I actually wouldn't have minded getting to know this chick, which I knew now as Marisol, being that "the asshole" didn't even have the decency to introduce us and whatnot. But now that I know the story behind her and Lau, I couldn't bring myself to try to not like her like I wanted to before; now I really didn't like her.

"Thanks for spilling the tea Lau. You're a cool ass person! Your brother is blessed to have someone like you!"

"Aww!" he said bashfully, giving the body language of a five year old, "You really think this about me?!"

He pulled me into a HUGE bear hug, lifting me from my feet to spin me around a few times. After he put me down we began laughing.

"Thanks Laurent; I feel a lot better now!"

"C'est pas grave Variété!"

He gave me a bear hug and walked me the rest of the way to my car, whilst asking me the entire time to stay. Knowing what I knew now, I would've been very stand-offish and I would've made the environment very tense and uncomfortable, being that me, the love-not-fight chick, would've tried snatching that bitch's hair and dragging her down the street until her skin scraped off. With thoughts like that, I knew it was best for everyone's sake that I just go ahead and get my ass home. I don't fight, but if necessary, I'd beat the brakes off of a bitch if my buttons are pushed just enough.

We said our goodbyes, and I sat there in the parking lot in my car. After a few deep breaths, I took out the blunt I had stashed in the glove compartment, meant to be saved for the ride home, and lit that shit.