Get Over It by Nikki Carter Page A

all I know.
    â€œI think it’s the pride, but I’m not sure. I’d like to be sure, Sam. That’s what is keeping us from being together. I can’t be sure of anything with you. You need to take off your mask once in a while.”
    â€œYou first.”
    I let out a sigh. “Sam . . . who sent you that picture?”
    â€œOh, that. It’s on BlackCelebrityGossip.com.”
    â€œI can’t stand them non-reporting heffas over there.”
    Sam says, “I don’t know. This picture tells its own story.”
    â€œI’ll call you later Sam, okay?”
    â€œYep.”
    I disconnect the phone call, pull up an Internet browser, and go straight to BlackCelebrityGossip.com. I brace myself for the story, although I know it’s going to make me mad.

    Can U See Sunday and Her New Boo?
    When we first saw Sunday with this hottie it was on the red carpet at the American Music Awards. She played coy when the interviewers asked her if this was her new flavor, especially since her ex was right behind her on the red carpet. So who is Ms. Sunday playing tongue hockey with? He’s starred in a few videos, even one of Sunday’s, and he’s done some light modeling work here in the A. Sources say he attends Georgia State on a football scholarship, and is named DeShawn. But check this out! This tea is almost too hot to pour! DeShawn lives with Sunday in her Buckhead mansion along with a few of her other college cronies. Looks like Sunday is not just a boss on the charts, but she’s caking dudes too! Go ahead, Sunday! You a bad chick!

    I nearly drop my phone on the floor after reading this post. Caking dudes? Really? I’m a landlady! Why would DeShawn kiss me out in public like that? He knows someone is always watching.
    Wait. He knows someone is always watching.
    I better not find out he did this on purpose just trying to get his face on the Internet. It’s not like I would ever find out, because if he felt this way, I’m sure he wouldn’t just come out and say it.
    DeShawn pokes his head out of the movie room. “Are you coming or not? We’re ready to start the movie.”
    â€œDid you know our picture was on BlackCelebrity Gossip.com?”
    â€œIt is?”
    He sounds genuinely surprised, but I’m still not convinced that he had nothing to do with that photo getting to Tina and her paparazzi cronies.
    â€œYeah. From when you kissed me at Starbucks.”
    He gasps. “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
    â€œNo. You weren’t, and now my business is in the street.”
    â€œAnd by that you mean that Sam knows?” DeShawn asks. “Is he ready to get out of the way now?”
    The laughter in his tone irritates me. This isn’t funny at all. Even if I was planning to choose DeShawn over Sam, I wouldn’t want it to be this way.
    â€œSam is my friend, just like you are my friend, DeShawn. I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”
    â€œBut no matter who you choose, someone will get hurt.”
    â€œOne of you could just walk away from it! Why do I have to be the one to decide?”
    DeShawn walks all the way into the kitchen and stands in front of me. He takes one of my hands and squeezes. “Come on. Let’s watch the movie. Don’t think about ultimatums or paparazzi right now. Just chill, okay?”
    â€œYou know what? I can’t watch the movie tonight. I’m gonna be in the studio if someone needs something.”
    â€œAre you mad at me?” DeShawn asks. He makes a pouty face that I might think was cute if I wasn’t so irritated right now.
    â€œNo, I’m not mad. I just need to work on some music. I’ve got some tracks that I need to finish for my new record.”
    â€œBut just a few minutes ago, you were gonna watch the movie, so I feel like you’re just doing this because of the blog post.”
    â€œFeel any way you want. I’ll be in the studio.”
    A wave of