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was definitely over with now. It probably
didn’t even count as anything to him. He had so many club whores he fucked with
that losing a girl he just met was no big deal to him.
    So all I really
had to do was get through a few more white lies and I would be all set, I would
never have to talk or think about Trigger Ford again. Sounded perfect to me.
    “How could you not
know it was Trigger?” Tasha huffed on the other line of the phone. “He’s hard
to miss. With those big lips and he’s so tall and handsome. Oh, girl, lord the
things I would do to that man should be illegal, let me tell you.”
    She laughed loudly
and I tried to not get jealous as the thought of Trigger and Meghan rolling
around together on a bed flashed through my mind. I hated myself for feeling
sick at the thought but I couldn’t help it, stupid Trigger and his sexy
muscular body.
    “Well, whatever, I
really don’t care what everyone is saying, all I know is what it is and that’s
nothing. I swear people around here will gossip about anything, none of it even
adds up. Why would Trigger Ford be down here trying to hang out with me? I’m
sure he has better things to do, I mean he’s Trigger Ford.”
    Meghan thought
about it for a second before she agreed. “That’s true. I mean no offense, I
just know how the Ford brothers are and hanging out with girls isn’t really on
their radar.”
    I hated that the
fact that she was right about the brothers bothered me at all, but it did. I
didn’t want to think about Trigger with any other girls. Even if there was
nothing going on between the two of us, I was still human and I had still
hooked up with him less than 24 hours ago. It was going to take me a little
while to get over the situation, even if there wasn’t much of a situation at
all to get over.
    I tried my best to
juggle the bag of groceries and my phone in my hand as I opened the door to our
building. My mom had sent me up the street after I came back inside to grab a
few things she had forgotten at the store. It was typical of my mom. She was
always forgetting things.
    As soon as the
door swung shut behind me I knew I was in for it. Our landlord, Jessica, was
standing right in front of the steps I needed to take to get up to the floor
our apartment was on. She was a heavyset woman with a nice smile and thinning
hair. For the most part, she was decent unless you owed her back rent, then she
was just a complete bitch. And at the moment my mom happened to owe her back
rent, two months back rent to be exact. Don’t get me wrong my mother worked her
ass off but it wasn’t that easy to support three children on a minimum wage
paycheck and sometimes she fell behind.
    I tried to
backtrack and go outside until she had gone on her way but it was no use, she
had already seen me. She puffed her big lips out and put one hand on her hip,
waving her other arm back and forth as she waved me over. She was wearing what
she always wore; a long skirt and a white blouse that was buttoned all the way
to the top, black work sneakers clung to her feet. She always said she did too
much running around trying to chase people for their rent money to not be
comfortable.
    “I have to go,
Jessica’s on the prowl,” I hissed into the receiver.
    “Ugh, sorry girl.
Get at me later.”
    The line went dead
and I tried to come up with an excuse I hadn’t used before as to why our rent
was so late. Check got lost in the mail? My mom got sick last week and couldn’t
make it to work that many days so her check was lacking? Are you sure you
didn’t get it? Because I could have sworn I sent that out and it posted in our
account.
    All the excuses
blurred together after a certain period of time and I couldn’t remember what I
had or hadn’t used. But in the end a fake excuse was better than no excuse, it
was better than the truth. Because Jessica never wanted to hear the truth when
it came to money, especially when that truth was that you didn’t have any. Not
having any