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damned if my mind wasn’t on the picture message I was forced to destroy my phone over.
                 

Bryson
    I laid in bed anxious for a reply.
    I wasn’t sure what her reaction would be, but I knew she wasn’t just gonna act like she didn’t get it. I mean, having a naked picture of me would give her a better idea of my body structure and how to dress it accordingly, so I was really doing her a favor.
    At least that was my halfway decent excuse for sending it.
    The response finally came in. But instead of the one I expected, there were multiple.
    Kennedy: What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!
    Kennedy: If this is how it’s gonna be, I can’t work for you.
    Kennedy: Matter of fact, just give me a good reference so I can find another job.
    I smiled at my phone, finding it hilarious how riled up she was over a little picture. She was usually so cool, calm and collected. So to see her even use an expletive was enough for me to recognize that the picture had indeed done its job.
    LOL. I’m sorry, Kennedy. I was just being silly. -B$
    Her response came quick.
    Kennedy: Well your silly ass just caused me to break my phone.
    Squeezed it too hard while you were gettin’ one off? ;) -B$
    Kennedy: No. Pushed it to the floor to prevent you from getting your ass kicked by my fiancé.
    He don’t want those problems. -B$
    Kennedy: Not. The. Point. Just don’t do it again. I mean EVER again.
    Understood. -B$
    Then it dawned on me.
    How are you texting me if your phone is broken? -B$
    Kennedy: Computer. iMessage.
    Is he there? Can he see your screen? -B$
    I could tell she was typing by the little dots that appeared.
    Kennedy: Yeah, he’s here. But no, he can’t. Put ‘em to sleep. Bomb ass pussy for the win. ;)
    LOL! So you can say it, but I can’t? -B$
    Kennedy: I’ll see you later this week, Bryson. Good night.
    I could imagine her smile as I replied with a smile of my own.
    Night, Kennedy. -B$
    &
    “So… how soon will we be interviewing for a new stylist?”
    I plopped down on a chair in front of Leslie’s desk, putting my feet on top of it even though I knew she hated when I did it.
    “What are you talking about?”
    She wore a sly grin as she said, “Come on, Bryson. I know you better than you know yourself. I saw the way you were looking at Kennedy. And I’m sure you’ve already tried to pull the ol’ dinner and chill move.”
    Damn, she really does know me.
    Instead of confirming her knowledge, I tossed out the only relevant information. “She’s engaged.”
    At first she brushed it off with a, “Yeah right.” But I stared at her for a few moments longer before she caught my drift. “Wait. You’re serious, aren’t you?”
    I nodded my head. “I’m serious.”
    “Well I didn’t see a ring on her finger.”
    “Me neither, but it’s true. I saw it on her Facebook page. Future Mrs. Montgomery .” Her dude looked as square as they came, but I really shouldn’t have been surprised. Of course somebody as bomb as Kennedy would be engaged to a damn school teacher.
    “Did she have an engagement picture as her profile picture?”
    “No.”
    “A picture with her ring and the caption, “I said yes”?”
    “No.”
    “Pictures from the proposal?”
    “No.”
    She put her elbows on the desk, letting her head rest on her palm as she said, “Damn. So she’s not excited about it. Any girl that’s excited about their impending nuptials has at least one of the three.”
    “So what’s that supposed to mean?”
    “It means…” The pregnant pause had me completely tuned in. “It doesn’t mean anything, Bryson. I’m just fuckin’ with your hopes.” Then she busted out laughing like she was at a damn comedy show, instantly pissing me off. 
    “Yo, that’s not funny.”
    “You should’ve saw your face though! You were all into it like I was gonna tell you to go after the girl even though she’s engaged. What kind of person would I be to encourage that bullshit?” I understood