Drama High: Pushin'. L. Divine

the couch across from the television screen. “The whole reason I agreed to be in the cotillion was to get Mrs. Esop to come to your baby shower, which she did. Don’t shoot the messenger, Mickey. I did my job.” I walk toward the kitchen through the formal dining area to wash my hands before eating. Mickey follows me, ready to unleash all her anger for Mrs. Esop on me because I’m an easy target. I don’t care what she says, as long as I get my food.

      “Jayd, you’re supposed to help me, not get in bed with my enemy,” Mickey says. If I had the time I’d tell her how silly her point of view is on so many different levels, but I can’t deal with her reasoning tonight.

      “I’m not getting in bed with anyone, Mickey. But I am getting tired of always being the bad one. Can I eat and watch the movie now, or do you want to keep blaming me for your beef with Nigel’s mom?” Mickey looks at me walking out of the kitchen without waiting for her answer. She knows she’s out of line. Scratching her growing belly, Mickey walks back into the living room and claims her space next to her man on the couch. I sit in one of the two oversized chairs across from the loveseat Chance and Nellie are sharing, ready to relax, when I notice Rah’s missing. I’m not even going to ask where he is if no one’s offering to tell me. Like Mickey, Rah needs to grow up and deal with the real. Until they do, I have to keep my friends at arm’s length because I’m ready to spread my wings and fly, right after I eat a couple of slices and chill out for the rest of the evening.