If you love me, say it
If you trust me, do it
If you want me, show it
If you need me, prove it
-Brownstone

"Girl, somebody blowing up my phone."

They were back in St. Louis giving a concert at Parkway South High School because they had won a Hot 104.1 radio contest. Actually three schools won, but Parkway had first place and the other two schools, Hazelwood East and Webster Groves High had to attend the concert at Parkway. They did this annually for St. Louis since they began. Their old high school never won because they just did not have the numbers some of the bigger schools had. They did other things for Central VPA, like the video and autograph sessions.

"It's hubby?" Ginger said with a snicker getting her make-up touched up.

"Wha?" She looked down at her phone. It wasn't Anthony. It was a number she didn't know. There were six missed calls and now they were sending a firestorm of texts. Something about she had my her man, Anthony was with her last night. Calling her poor white trash. How Anthony was just using her. "The fuck is this?"

"What's wrong?" Melodie asked.

"Some bitch all on my phone talkin about Ant her man."

"Oooo!" Ginger said.

"She got the wrong chick!"

"Probably some groupie fan. Just ignore it," M'Liyah said. "I'm not even public with Donnie and his fans are cyberstalking me. Ugh."

"Man, Ant wouldn't do you like that girl. He's a lot of things, but that boy been mad crazy for you from jump," Ginger said.

At Least Ginger defended him. But she wasn't about this lil girl punk her. She texted her back

Bitch! Must've been some other dick in yo mouth, not my hubby

Hubby??? U a fool, stupid whore

How da fucc u get my number??

Yo man phone bitch

look crazy person go take yo meds or catch a beat down

She stopped texting and turned off her phone. She had dealt with crazy fans before but this was something new. Going after her man like that? Of course, since they announced they were married, fans didn't like that. Either the bitch wanted some of her man dick, or she wanted her pussy. She wasn't getting either.

They performed for the high schools, and then they made it to their hotel suite they were all sharing before they had to fly overseas to Japan and do some shows. They had an exhausting next few weeks.

"Man drama good now?" M'Liyah asked.

"Girl, I ain't tripping. Bitch blew up my phone I just deleted all and had my assistant get me another phone with a new number. When randoms get yo number, shits real. You better hope they don't come out the woodworks with Don Juan. I mean, he is Don Juan. Man is sex on a stick."

"I know...I don't know if I'm ready for that. I like keeping things low-key."

"Sheeiit! If I had a man like Don Juan, I'm taking pics with him everyday and posting them up and down all social media, let haters hate," Ginger said.

M'Liyah threw a pillow at her.

"You and Tempo?"

"Oh, I heard! Lil boy kinda ca-yute! Didn't think he'd be your type of guy."

"I'on know what that means. I like flyboys. He fly. Besides, we just friends."

"Like you and Cra-Z."

"It's Cra-C...and Craig and I are just a lil more than friends. In fact, let me call that man," she grabbed her phone and walked out of the room.

"Then I should call Donnie. I miss him," M'Liyah said, grabbed her phone, and walked out.

She grabbed her new phone and called Anthony.

"Hey babe, it's me, new phone."

"Yeah."

"We done for the night and the girls talking to their boos, so I called my hubby."

"Okay."

"Boy, what's up? Why you all quiet?"

"Nothing."

Hold up, he was acting kind of strange.

"Where are you? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm chilling."

"Anthony, stop lying. Boy, I know you."

He did not say anything, was just quiet. His ass was hiding something. Maybe it had something to do with ole girl who was blowing her up. She was not one to beat around the bush.

"You with some bitch?"

"What? You tripping."

"Say my name, Anthony, say my mu'fuckin name!"

"I'm out with the boys."

"Bullshit. Are you with that bitch been blowing up my phone? I will fly the fuck to the A right now and catch yo lying ass."

"Bitch he with me!" she heard a girl yell into the phone, then Anthony hung up.

She dropped her phone and screamed. Oh hell to the mother fucking naw!

Melodie and M'Liyah rushed into her room.

"What happened?" they both said.

"Ant with some girl."

"Oh hell to the motherfucking naw!" Ginger said. "Yo Craig," she said to the phone. "You still in the A? We might need you to go murder somebody."

"Gin!" M'Liyah said.

"Naw, yeah, we might need some backup," Melodie said, taking off her pajamas and walking around to grab some clothes. "He thinks he gonna cheat on me? After all these years. After all the shit I do for him."

"Girl, I got you. Stand by Craig, I'll call you later."

"Give me your phone G. I'm calling him from your phone."

"He ain't gonna answer cuz he knows I'm with you."

"Give me your phone!"

Ginger handed her the phone and she called Anthony. After several rings, he finally answered.

"Yo sis, calm your girl down, you know ain't nothing happening."

"You lying mother fucker!"

"Baby, listen, I-I-"

"Gone head and stutter mother fucker." By now she was crying she was so upset. This was not happening to her. They had only been married two months and just announced it to the public a few weeks ago. "Why would you do this to me?"

"Baby, I'm sorry. It was a mistake.

"Girl, I will kill him for you," Ginger said.

"Do you even love me? What the fuck man!"

"I do."

"Say it! If you love me, say it!"

"Baby, listen-"

"That bitch still there? You at her place cause I'll be damned if you snuck her in my house, right? With my family there."

"Will you just listen to me. We can talk and work this out."

"How about you get yo shit outta my place and get to gone. You're the mother fucker that needs me, I don't need you. In fact, don't fucking get yo shit, I'm donating it to Goodwill. I'm done. I don't need to see yo ass again."

She hung up the phone.

Ginger clapped at her. M'Liyah stood shocked.

"Wow!" was all M'Liyah could say.

"Good riddance sis. I told you to get rid of that scrub a long time ago."

She still did not believe it was over. She loved that boy, for so many years. He was her everything. What was she going to do? She looked down at the ring on her finger. She fell to the floor and started to cry. Her girls came over to comfort her.

"Mel, it's gonna be okay. You have us. Forget him," Ginger said.

"Right. You did the right thing."

Did she? Did she really. She loved him, how was that shit going to go away?