Sunday, December 23, 2018

Short Story Sunday: Jaded


I'm a little light headed from donating blood but I’m going to drive Lyft tonight anyway. She’s worth it. I never saw myself being one of those corny dudes that make 3 paragraph Instagram post, bringing their girl fruit and Advil for their time of the month, or going into Victoria Secret BY MYSELF just to make sure she has enough boy shorts to match her mood. Hell, at one point, I wasn’t even publicly claimin’ a shorty until I met Lolita. If I gave you her Instagram handle right now you’ll think you understand why she has me doing things I never thought I’ll ever do. I’ll tell you right now that you’re wrong. With her, it’s not just about her beauty. I’m used to beauty. Lolita is deep. That’s not what I’m used to. She’s a library in human form. She walks with so much conviction, and she’s so eloquent with her words. She has the power to build you up and she has the power to leave you in shambles. That’s why I make sure I do right by her. She ain’t one of those girls you can handle any kind of way. She’s a rose with thorns.



She has whatever Erykah Badu has. I now understand how Common, and 3 stacks had it bad. Lolita got me making sure that when I shop, the products I buy are ethically made. I started drinking chlorophyll, drinking more water, and reading every day. She made me better in areas I already thought I was perfect in. That’s exactly why she deserves this Jade ring I’ve been working to the bone to get her. It’s a couple hundred but she’s priceless.

We went to the mall about 3 weeks ago. There’s this little fair trade shop in a tight corner by the exit. She saw the Jade ring in the window and I never saw her eyes glisten so brightly. I knew at that moment I needed to do everything in my power to place that piece, almost as beautiful as her on her finger. I’m $35 away from having the money. After these 4 pickups, I’m heading straight to the mall.
I finally have the money and I go into the tiny shop. The ring is no longer on display but I already called ahead and the store said they had it. As I wait in line, the couple in front of me are arguing loudly about moon signs. The cashier then interrupts and says “This must’ve been destined, this is our last Jade ring." My stomach falls to my feet. I’ve literally put blood, sweat, and tears into getting the money to buy this ring. I ask frantically “Can you look in the black?”.   The cashier then explains that they are completely out and won’t restock. I feel all my blood rush into my face and I can’t feel my toes. I’ve never felt so defeated. The couple in front of me who collectively has 5 dreadlocks between the two of them says “It’s chill, just buy it off of me for $250, we’re into quartz anyway.”  It may seem cheap to you but when you don’t have money like that, it feels like you’re giving an arm. I empty my wallet into their hands. Normally that hurts but not when you know you’ve in fact made the woman you’re in love with Christmas. I float to my car with the ring in my possession. I feel like the man. It’s 45 minutes until Christmas. I can’t contain my excitement so I’m headed straight to Lo’s house to surprise her. 

I pull up in the driveway and text her to open the door. she opens her front door, looking confused, but quickly shoves me into her first-floor bedroom. I look into her eyes and it makes me feel like all the anxiety, and stress doesn't compare to the joy I'm going to feel making her smile. She asks me what I'm doing here as she covers her mouth to yawn. As she yawns, I notice something green and familiar around her finger. It's the same kind of ring I went through hell to get her. I feel my soul leave my body. I ask her where did she get that ring and her face looks as if she died a thousand times. She then says ”I bought it myself. I don't have to rely on anyone to obtain my desires.” As she spits her poetic bullshit, I notice two Hickey’s around her evil neck. I walk away from her mid-sentence. I feel sick. My family who loves me unconditionally didn’t get gifts from me this year because I was trying to confess my love to Erykah Bafoo! My greatest love quickly became my greatest hate. I know I had fuck-boy tendencies in the past but I hope with all my heart I never made a woman feel this small.  

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