You know the rest...
You and ya girl get in the car. She hasn't said a word to you the whole ride home. She looking at her phone most of the ride. Y'all get in the house, she say to you, "Rick said he sorry." You apologize to her for embarrassing her but she look you in the face and say "you embarrassed yourself" blankly, and walks in the bathroom for a rag to clean your face. She doesn't bandage you when she stops to look at a text. You finish cleaning yourself up, still mad and embarrassed but you go lay down cause ya chest still sore.
20 min later, "your girl" walks by briskly in a freakum dress on that you told her was too tight while y'all was at the mall buying clothes. You thought she put it back but you remembered you went to look at the new Lebrons that had just come out. She stops as she opens the door to pull on the last $400 stiletto that you ain't ever seen her in before, air kisses you and you hear the horn honk...
she tells you she told you she was going to girls night but you probably wasn't listening as usual and that Keisha was driving so don't wait up and closes the door. You feel those butterflies returning, but you turn on the 2k for some myplayer. Just as you take that first jumper you realize, you got all her coworkers contact info, except Keisha's... she said she hated Keisha. Those butterflies start doing the Bobby Shmurder dance in your belly...
Or something to that nature
