Wifey: Part 1

Simone didn’t text me back, but Jada did, and she told me where they were at. Carlos reserved a table and some bottles for us not too far from the bar where we had bumped into Nico at. So I made my way over to Simone and Jada, and as soon as I arrived I knew Simone wasn’t going to be ready to leave.

“Oh my fuckin’ God! Jada, please tell me she knows this dude from somewhere, or that’s her secret boo or something,” I said, referring to some dude that Simone was deep tongue-kissing on the dance floor.

“I have no idea! You know your girl,” Jada replied.

I shook my head in disgust and disbelief. “Go get her because we leaving right now. I can’t wait on her, fucking with these broke-ass niggas.”

Jada walked over to Simone, but Simone was paying her no mind. After she stopped kissing the guy, she turned around and was backing her ass up into the dude. And while she was grinding on him, he hoisted a bottle of champagne into the air with his left hand. Although it was dark in the club, it looked to me like he had his right hand in Simone’s pants.

“You believe this shit?” I said to myself. I looked at my phone to see what time it was.

When I looked up, I saw Carlos approaching Simone. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but it looked like he was barking on her. I figured she had probably been trying to make Carlos jealous. I walked closer to try and defuse any tension and to make sure that I personally told Simone that we had to leave.

The guy that Simone was dancing with asked her, “You know this dude?”

Before Simone could say anything, Carlos responded, “Money, niggas get murked for that shit!” Carlos took both of his hands and pushed the dude in the chest, sending him backward.

“Oh my God!” Simone screamed. “Carlos, it’s not even that serious. We was just dancing!”

After the dude got pushed, people knew that some drama was about to unfold. Two bouncers approached the scene and tried to see what was going on.

I grabbed Simone and asked, “What the fuck are you thinking?”

“Jasmine, not now! All right?”

I didn’t even have a chance to respond because all I heard was screaming. I saw Carlos crashing to the floor. The dude Simone had been dancing with had cracked him over the head with a champagne bottle.

At that point all hell broke loose. The bouncers knocked the dude to the ground and started stomping him out. Tables were getting turned over. People were running and screaming, and the bouncers were trying to get control. But they were actually making things worse because they took the melee as an excuse to just randomly knock dudes out.

Jada grabbed me and Simone by the arm. “Come on! Let’s get the fuck outta here before they start shooting,” Jada screamed.

“Nah, get the fuck off me! I can’t just leave Carlos like that!” Simone tried to fight her way back to where Carlos was, so she could help him.

Jada wasn’t trying to hear that. “Simone, come on! We gonna get trampled up in here. Let’s go! Now!”

Jada was strong as shit. She continued to pull on me and Simone, until finally Simone relented and decided to head for the exits. By that point it seemed as if the entire club had realized that a fight had broken out, and everything became an absolute zoo.

Finally, me, Jada, and Simone found an emergency exit, and we made our way out of the club and to the parking lot. Though it was a little after three in the morning, all of 29th Street was swamped with people and swarming with police.

“You know that was some real whorish, ghetto-ass project shit you just pulled up in there and almost got us killed, right?” I screamed at Simone.

“Jasmine, just take me home. I don’t wanna hear your shit right now.”

“Well, you gonna hear my shit. You up in the club kissing some nigga in the mouth that you just met? And had the nigga all up in your pussy on the dance floor! Why didn’t you just pull your pants down and let him fuck you right there?”

“Jasmine, I said I don’t wanna hear your shit right now! Just take me the fuck home.”

The parking attendant pulled the car to where we were standing, I paid him, and the three of us got in and pulled off, headed back toward Queens.

I’ll be in Queens real soon. Give me like 45 minutes to drop them off and shoot back.

That was a text I sent to Nico just to make sure he knew I wasn’t fronting. I didn’t want to tell him I had just left the club because I didn’t want to give him any reason whatsoever to change his mind

about us linking up.

“Simone. Really?” Jada asked as she turned around in the front passenger seat and looked at Simone as we drove.

“Jada, I’m telling you just like I told Jasmine. I don’t wanna hear this shit right now. Turn the fuck around, turn the volume up on the music, and leave me the fuck alone!”