the boy is mine part two (rojie’s version)

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Currently listening to: The Boy Is Mine – Brandy & Monica

When will you get the picture
You’re the past, I’m future
Get away, it’s my time to shine
If you didn’t know, the boy is mine, ohh (the boy is mine)

I’m not sure how it happened but after I came home from clubbing, I could hear the two of them having sex. I immediately thought, “Oh shit, but what about Linh? Ugh, this is not going to end well.”

Little things started happening that I couldn’t unsee. Nick began driving her car and he’d chauffeur us to Chinatown and we’d get hella stares from people because of her conspicuous vanity plates. There was excessive PDA (public display of affection) at the flat, at the clubs, at the bars, and well, just about everywhere. She wanted everyone in the city to know that he was hers…

Gongju demanded that Nick fly to Dallas and break up with Linh in person. Okay, fine, I thought. That’s the decent thing to do since they’ve been together for over a year. But then Gongju told him that she wanted a play-by-play of how everything transpired in real time. She wanted to know the specifics of the break up: how he did it, where he told her, what Linh’s face looked like when she heard the news, how she reacted.

I didn’t say much but I had thoughts about it. A lot of thoughts. Like why? That is so cruel. It was bad enough that he was breaking up with her but this? This was next level and I wanted no part of this shit show whatsoever.

A month passed before Nick went back to Texas.

He went through it. He texted her all the dirty little details and after he was done typing, she called him and put him on speaker because she wanted to hear him tell her verbally. As he was describing the break up, I heard his voice break and he began to cry. We could tell that he was upset but nevertheless, he still went on with it.

When he returned back to Chicago, Gongju pulled him into her room where they sequestered themselves for nearly a week. They went to work but as soon as they returned, they scurried away into her room.

During that time, my phone started to ring.

I groaned. Linh.

I don’t know how she got my number, but she called. And when I didn’t answer, she texted. When I didn’t text back, she left me voicemails. She was crying while leaving the messages and seemed clearly confused as to what had happened. She said that she was still in shock. That he used to be so caring, loving, and good until that unfortunate day. The worst day of her life. They’d been together for over a year and had many talks about their future together with the possibility of getting married and having children. And then without warning, it was all over and she didn’t understand why.

She asked if I knew anything. If i’d seen anything.

I knew a lot but I never responded back. It genuinely saddened me because she didn’t do anything wrong, but I preferred to stay out of Nick’s personal life. I wasn’t close enough to him and she deserved answers from him, not me. Plus, I was going through an existential crisis at that time—trying to figure myself out after my parents cut me off financially and one of my closest friends, Clem, died in a motorcycle accident.

A couple of months passed and things seemed to have reached status quo.

Then one morning, while I was hungover after a night of debauchery, Gongju came out of her room half-naked to announce that she was planning to move to Dallas with Nick and then proceeded to ask if we were down to go with them. My jaw dropped open as I became sober almost instantly. I thought to myself, “What in the actual fuck is going on?”, then I looked at my other roommates and they had the same expression on their faces too.

… to be continued….