Free Biker Chick by Dakota Knight

me that Ray was messing around with this girl named Trina a little while before you. She was sprung on Ray, to hear Shadow tell it.”
    â€œWhat?” I exclaimed. “You didn’t tell me about that before!”
    Dymond waved her hands in the air. “Please, girl. They had already broke up. I didn’t think it was important. Anyway, maybe she heard about you and was trying to break you and Ray up.” Dymond smirked. “Of course, it obviously worked.”
    I shook my head. “That seems a bit too neat.”
    â€œOkay, think about it. Has Ray ever got weird calls at his house?”
    I shook my head again. “He doesn’t have a land line. He only has his cell phone.”
    â€œOh, well, has he ever been on the phone talking low or acting funny or saying, ‘Could you not call me anymore?’ ”
    I thought about it for a minute. There were times Ray had been talking on the phone low. There were also times he sounded funny. I had always thought maybe he was dealing with Cruz business, but there was always the possibility . . .
    â€œDo you think he was still messing around with that bitch?” I asked seriously.
    â€œNaw, girl. Shadow would have told me. But he did say that Trina was crazy. And you know only somebody crazy would put a letter like that in the mail.”
    A feeling passed through me. A mixture of surprise, regret, and something else I couldn’t put my finger on. I lowered my head into the palm of my hands and said, “I think I’ve totally fucked up.”
    I felt Dymond’s hand touch my back. She gave me a supportive rub. “Girl, we all make mistakes. But what you going to do about it?”
    There was never a question of what I was going to do. I stood up. “I’m about to go . . .”
    I was interrupted by a knock at my door.
    â€œHey, Crys, it’s Lala, you okay?”
    â€œLala, I’m cool,” I said. I walked to the door and opened it. Lala peered into my bedroom.
    â€œI thought you were in here taking a break,” Lala said, frowning.
    I put a hand on her shoulder, “It was a break, believe me.” I went to my closet to get my jacket and then proceeded to my dresser to get a pair of jeans and a shirt.
    â€œWhat’s going on?” Lala asked.
    â€œCrys made a mistake, that’s all,” Dymond said. “And I think she’s about to make it right.”
    I nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Lala, me and my jealous ass. I just hope I’m not too late.” I pulled off my dress and slipped into my jeans.
    â€œYou’re not thinking of going back to Ray, are you?” Lala asked with a surprised tone.
    â€œSure am,” I replied as I zipped up my jacket. “When I’m wrong, I’m wrong. Mom told me that a woman should never be afraid to admit when she’s wrong, or a man too, for that matter. I’m going over to his place.”
    â€œWhy would you do that?” Lala asked in a tone that kind of shocked me. “I’ve seen you here moping around and shit. You want to go back to that? He obviously isn’t the one for you.”
    â€œLook, Lala, I wish I could fill you in on the whole story, but I don’t have time right now. I’ve got to leave.”
    â€œBut it’s your party!” Lala exclaimed.
    â€œIt ain’t like I never left a party before. I’m just going to say I’m sorry, and then I’ll be back. It’ll be an hour, tops.”
    Lala folded her arms across her chest and pouted like a child. I walked over to her and gave her a tight hug. “You know I love you, Lalique, but I’ve gotta do my thing,” I said before releasing her and heading for the door. “Hold down the fort for me, okay,” I told both of them as I walked through my bedroom door. I didn’t even bother looking back.

Chapter Nine
    And the light would brighten my spirits along the way . . .
    Air fused with hope, love, fear,