The Prettiest Woman

“Girl you and me both! Shit, does he have any friends? I’ll leave Bayani’s ass and take trips to Fiji.”

“Shut up!” I laughed loudly, “You know you love that boy and that you aren’t going anywhere.”

“You’re right. There are some things money just can’t buy.” she sighed.

“You’re so in love.”

“You thought that I was talking about happiness? Girl I’m talking about sex.”

“You’re so special, I don’t know why I deal with you.”

“Because you’re special too.”

“Well, I’m special but I’m special in the way that means ‘fabulous’ you’re special in the short school bus way.”

“You’re such a jerk.”

“Only because you like it. But seriously, I need to meet a rich man. I could certainly go for a piece of that. All I meet are disrespectful scrubs and I’m over it.”

r /> “Patience young grasshopper, you’ll meet your prince eventually.” she said wistfully.

“A girl can dream.”

#Chapter2

I sat at my laptop and crunched numbers. It was one of the things I enjoyed doing. People thought that I was crazy when I said that I wanted to be a CPA. First, they wanted to know what in the hell a CPA is, then they wondered why I would want to be one. I’m from the hood but I’m not stupid. I didn’t just want to be an accountant; I wanted to be THE accountant. So after I get my degree in accounting, I’ll be moving to the next step. Thinking like this helped hours on the clock fly by and it was 11pm before I knew it.

My apartment was extremely quiet because Jessica was out on another date. A part of me wished I was out doing something exciting for a change. People say that accountants are boring, and I was living up to the stereotype.

I took a moment to watch the ratchet Real Housewives of Atlanta and chuckled at Phaedra’s facial expressions. She never needed to say anything because her face tells the story of how she’s feeling. She was my favorite out of the group because she makes no apologies for who she is. I admired her, well minus the whole convict for a husband thing. But I’m single, so who am I to judge? Besides, Apollo is so good looking that a woman will forget that he’s done time.

A half hour later, Jessica came fluttering into the apartment. She looked immaculate and it only reminded me of how much of a bum I must’ve looked. My pink pajamas and fuzzy socks paled in comparison to her fire red dress.

Her dyed honey blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and as she unloaded all of her shopping bags onto the couch, she said audibly, “Oh, my GAWD. I had such an amazing night with Steve.”

“I see.” I laughed.

“I mean seriously, he’s so damned nice and he gets me whatever I want.”

“Yeah, what’s not to like?” I asked

My light sarcasm went over Jessica’s head, “I know right! I swear he got me everything that I pointed at. If it looked like I wanted something, he made sure it was mine. He’s even planning on buying me a car.”

I listened to Jessica gush over Steve and watched as she pulled out all of the clothes and shoes that she’d just gotten.

We’ve been friends since high school as we lived in the same building. She’s a half black Puerto Rican diva. Most of the girls in my neighborhood hated her simply because she was pretty. The other half hated her because she was a mean girl. But for some reason, I liked her. I think it’s because I admired her bold spirit. I always hoped that a little bit of it would rub off on me but it hasn’t. One thing I love about our friendship is that she respects me. She’ll run over people if they let her but I’m not that kind of person. I’m nice, but I’m not a pushover.

She didn’t realize that until our first fist fight. That’s right, we fought. During our second year in high school, she turned on me and decided that she didn’t want to be my friend anymore. I was too much of a “lame” for her. Then, she walked behind me with her friends calling me names. I couldn’t take it so I turned around and beat her ass. It was the first time I’d ever fought in my life.

After her black eye had healed, she came to me and apologized and we’ve been friends since. She’s still a mean girl, just not to me. I have to check her every now and then when it comes to other people, though. She got her mean spirit honestly because she was bullied in grammar school. She fought back and unsurprisingly, turned into a bully herself.

“Are you okay?” Jessica asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just that seeing you will all of this stuff just depresses me.”

“Don’t feel like that babe.” she said with a pout, “I got you something!”

“Oh yeah?”