Page 8 of Only Fans

@ T atiana

#The Next Day

“Girl, I can’t believe your mom cut up on you like that last night. I don’t know what I would have done if my mom clowned me like that.”

“I know right! I was so damn pissed. Trust and believe!” I replied. “My mom is always so much more dramatic than she needs to be but stay makin’ it seem like I’m the one that’s extra. I swear that’s the reason why she and I can’t get along for shit.”

“Did Reggie hear her going off like that?” Trista, my homegirl asked as we walked through Old Orchard Mall shopping for my upcoming birthday party.

“Girl! I sure hope he didn’t. I slammed my laptop shut so damn quick I almost broke it,” I chuckled. “I swear I wish I was moving out sooner because that lady is driving me insane.”

“School will be starting in a few months. You’re staying on campus still, right?”

“No, they’re getting me an apartment down in the Loop before my classes start. Since it’s not a requirement for freshmen to stay on campus, I chose to have my own private place ‘cause you know sharing a dorm wouldn’t work for me.”

“Sharing a dorm with a stranger isn’t my first choice either but it’s part of the whole college experience and I’m looking forward to it. I don’t mind it too much having to stay in a dorm.”

“It’s cute, it’s just a no for me. It’s not my fault I’m an only child and can’t fathom having to share my personal space with someone else, much less a total stranger.

I wouldn’t be able to concentrate in any classes if I had to worry about a stranger having access to my stuff while I’m not in the room.

Just the thought of someone rummaging through my shit gives me the blues.

I don’t need to be worrying about someone touching or stealing and hating cause they want what they don’t have.

I know they say sharing is caring, but I didn’t get that memo til’ late in life. So that shit doesn’t apply to me.”

“You know yo ass a hot mess,” Trista giggled. “You’re so lucky! I wish my parents would pay for me to get my own spot like that. Unlike you, first semester I have to stay on campus and my parents already said if I want my own apartment, I have to help them pay half the rent.”

“Wow, that’s crazy!” I responded. “You’re about to be in the dirty south, and in a completely new to you city, with no parentals! I’d take a dorm at Georgia State over my own spot downtown where my parents can do a pop up any time, any day.”

Trista was the one that was lucky, she just didn’t realize it.

She was a little on the spoiled side, too.

The only difference was her parents made her work harder for the things she wanted, more than mine did.

Her parents didn’t nag her like mine did either.

Trista’s parents gave her enough room and rope to allow for her to be and act like a young adult, mine didn’t.

Trista and I met at a high school football game.

Her school was playing against mine, and she was at that game with this girl named Quita who went to school with me at the time.

I knew Quita from us being on the track team together.

Quita and I were cool, but I wouldn’t call us friends because I didn’t fool with a lot of females like that forreal.

I wasn’t the type to call everybody a friend, but she and I never had any beef, so I did consider her an associate.

I had a hard time making and keeping female friends because of jealousy and disloyalty issues they all seemed to possess.

Something about Trista and I clicked right off the bat.

She didn’t come across as thirsty to be friends, or competitive like most females tended to act when I’d first meet them.

Trista was very down to earth and cool as hell from the jump and that made us click and remain cool enough for me to call her a friend.

She hadn’t changed or switched up on me once.

.. at least not yet and not that I knew of.

I ended up kicking it with them that night at the game for a little while, and after I left, Trista linked up with me on Facebook and we started messaging each other.

Soon after, she started opening up to me about some of the problems she was having with her boyfriend, parents, and just life in general.

In turn that made me feel comfortable to open up to her a little.

Come to find out we were both into some of the same stuff, and we also had OnlyFans pages.

She slowly became the only person that got me without any judgement.

We were very similar, but not in a way where it caused us any conflict.

I’d be the first to admit I wasn’t an easy person to get along with.

I was very spoiled, entitled, and I always got my way and whatever I wanted.

Aside from all of that, I also had a heart of gold, which I believed I got from my dad.

Out of me, him, and my mom, he was the one with the most empathy in the family, and thankfully, I was able to get only a little touch of it.

For the most part, me and my mom were the total opposite of my dad.

The only difference between me and her was that I wasn’t as mean, shallow, and cruel as my mom was.

“You’re joking, right?” Trista smirked. “You’re about to have your own condo to yourself in the heart of The Chi, and I’ma have to share my personal space with a complete stranger and I’m the lucky one. You trippin’, Tati.”

“No, I’m not, and you’ll be just fine. You like people more than I do, so you’ll adjust to having to share your space.

Me, not so much. In order for me to ensure I do good in school, it’s vital that I have my own space.

But the Loop isn’t far enough from the suburbs to keep my parents from doing pop ups at my shit.

They can drive downtown and show up whenever they get the urge and in less than an hour.

And trust me, they won’t hesitate either.

Especially since they footin’ the bill for my place.

If I was down in Georgia, they’d have to give me a head’s up first, wouldn’t be no pop ups,” I continued to explain, causing Trista to laugh.

“Let’s go to Levi’s. I need a new pair of all-white jeans. ”

“You’re the most spoiled person I know, but I love your spoiled butt!” Trista shaded, trying to sprinkle sugar on the shade she just threw my way. “I hope Levi’s got a good sale ‘cause I want to get me a nice pair of distressed jeans. I need to put my outfit together for your party.”

“I’m still trying to decide what I want to wear. I know I’m wearing two outfits for my birthday. I just haven’t quite found them yet.”

“Why two outfits, friend?” Trista asked.

“One for the dinner since it’s going to be rooftop at this Caribbean restaurant downtown that my parents love to go to.

I’ve seen pictures of some of their date night pictures, and the place looks dope as hell at night.

And you know I gotta look extra fly for the after party.

I’m so excited I can hardly stand it. I can’t have my birthday selfies looking a hot ass mess. ”

“I’m excited, too, girl! I’m so looking forward to having some Jamaican food. I’m really looking forward to the after party at Navy Pier. I feel like it’s going to be lit!”

“Now you sure know what to say, friend!” I exclaimed. “I’d say more like epic! I gots ta find something on the more casual comfortable, yet sexy and cute side ‘cause I’m going to be litty as fuck.”

“Please tell me your parents aren’t going to the after party?”

“Oh, girl, hell to the na! Please don’t say that shit again!

You might jinx that shit!” I rebutted, causing Trista to bust out laughing.

“The party isn’t over until one a.m. and my dad has to be up early for work in the morning.

They’re both going home right after the dinner and cake for their own nightcap. ”

“Whew, chile! I know you happy about that.”

“Hell yeah! We don’t need no chaperones. I’d be the talk of the town, and not in a good way!”

“Facts.” Trista laughed. “You should invite Reggie to your party.”

“I thought about it, but I’m not sure just yet.

I thought about inviting him to the after party since my parents won’t be there, but at the same time I don’t know if that would be a good idea.

He’s much older than me, and even though I’m of legal age, they’d still have something to say about it.

He definitely can’t come to the dinner. I could see my mom now having a conniption fit shutting the party down and all.

She’s extra like that. I can hear her calling Reggie a thug; she’s embarrassing and loves to step up to opportunities to put others down.

She can’t help herself. It’s the lawyer side of her. ”

“Oh, stop it!” Trista giggled. “It’s not like y’all gon’ be fuckin’ in front of everybody,” Trista joked, causing us both to bust out laughing.

“Not fucking!” I mocked. “That’s a bit much, friend!” I rebutted, laughing. “I don’t know. In a way I want to invite him to the after party, and in a way, I don’t.”

“How so?”

“We still haven’t met in person yet. Plus, this guy I’ve kinda been talkin’ to is supposed to be coming.”

“This dude you’re talking to, is it serious?”

“No, it hasn’t turned serious yet. I’d say that Reggie and I are more serious because the other guy and I are taking things super slow. We’ve never kissed, fucked, or even had phone sex before. Like, he’s on my OnlyFans, but it’s nothing like me and Reggie.”

“Maybe it’s not a good idea to invite Reggie then. Especially if dude gon’ be there.”

“That’s what I was thinking. We’ve known each other since forever, but we’ve never dated or attempted to date until recently.

I really like him a lot, yet I kinda like Reggie more.

I know if Reggie comes, he’s the one I’ll be hanging around the most, and I don’t want to mess up the friendship I have with the other dude. ”

“So, you’re basically torn between this guy friend and Reggie?” Trista asked.