Three months. That’s how long Kurt and Stacy had been kicking it, and everything was smooth. No arguing, no sketchy vibes, nothing that made her second-guess them.
He was attentive, funny, and fine as hell Stacy was saying to herself. So when he suggested they get a hotel room for the weekend, she was all in.
The suite was nice—way nicer than the spots she usually stayed at. They spent Saturday eating takeout in bed, laughing at dumb movies, and doing what couples do when they got a whole hotel room to themselves.
By Sunday night, Stacy was feeling comfortable being with him.
Maybe too comfortable.
Kurt was laid back against the headboard, scrolling through Facebook, cracking up at some video.
Kurt: “Yo, this some wild shit.
showing her some clip of a dude getting pranked by his friends and falling off a bike. She laughed, but she was already half-asleep.
Kurt: “A’ight, I’m bout to jump in the shower real quick. (stretching).
He tossed his phone on the bed—unlocked—like it was nothing. No hesitation. No second thought.
Stacy watched him walk into the bathroom, heard the water start running, and she started glancing over at his phone. The screen was still lit up, showing his Facebook feed. She told herself to chill. Telling herself she was bugging.
They were good. He’s different. He wouldn’t do nothing foul.
But then that little voice crept in. You sure about that?
Two minutes. Stacy sat there for two whole minutes, staring at that phone like it was calling her name. Her hands were itching. Her chest felt tight. She kept telling herself, Don’t do it. Don’t be that girl.
But she did it anyway.
Stacy grabbed his phone. Her thumb moved quick, like it had a mind of its own. She went to the phone and opened his recent calls.
Scrolled down. Saw her name a few times. His mom. Jin Jin Seafood. Some random numbers. Then she saw it.
Side Piece.
Her heart started beating fast breath. She read it again, thinking maybe she was trippin’.
Nah. It said “Side Piece”.
Clear as day.
Stacy: “What the—” (her hands shaking).
Why would he have that saved in his contact like that? He’s that bold? Or that stupid? (thinking to herself).
The shower was still running. She could hear Kurt in there, probably washing his balls, with the music playing in the background like he didn’t have a care in the world.
Meanwhile, she was about to lose hers.
Stacy pressed “Side Piece”
Hit call.
Her heart bout to jump out her chest.
The phone rang once. Twice. Three times.
She was about to hang up when—
Her phone started ringing.
Stacy looked down at the screen.
Old Snapper was calling. From his phone. To hers.
She froze.
Looked at his phone. Looked at hers. Back at his phone. The call was still active, her contact name—Old Snapper—flashing on his screen while her phone buzzed next to her like it was mocking her.
Stacy hung up. Both phones went silent. She wasn’t convinced at what she just saw and pressed side piece on Kurt phone again. Her phone started ringing.
She just sat there, staring at the wall, her mind racing. What the hell does this mean?
Why is my name “Old Snapper” in his phone?
And why is “Old Snapper” saved under Side Piece?
The water shut off.
Stacy heard him moving around in the bathroom, probably drying off, getting ready to come out the bathroom.
She put his phone back where he left it.
She was trying to look normal. But her hands were still shaking, and her mind was going a hundred miles an hour.
The bathroom door opened. Kurt walked out, towel wrapped around his waist, water still dripping from his beard down his chest.
He smiled at her like everything was all good.
Kurt:“You good, babe?”
He reached for his phone.
Stacy just looked at him. Really looked at him.
And she didn’t say a word.
To be continued…