Work Text:
June 15, 2022
1:01 PM
Pasadena, California
Home
Mayara didn't fucking get it. You think you fucking know a guy.
Mayara hadn't heard from her supposed boyfriend Davon since the day she left campus for the summer after her freshman year. That was May 8th, mind you. An entire month and some change, and she genuinely hadn't heard a peep. From the same guy that basically stalked her and fished for her attention whenever he ran into her on campus. The same guy that asked her on dates (the date being him pulling up and smoking her out at random), invited her to sit in his studio sessions, showed her off in front of his friends because she was one of the baddest bitches that attended Grambling, the same guy that took her virginity (not complaining, she's a bit dickmatized), and the same guy that fucking asked her if he could be her boyfriend! (With a small bouquet of red roses and a box of chocolates... on a random night after they'd just fucked in his dorm.
She knew it wasn't perfect but Davon has been her first for a lot of things and she genuinely loved him. Ghosting is crazy though, does he even know how many men wished they had his spot right now? He couldn't possibly, because he's acting dumb. It was already enough that they were long distance with him being all the way in who knows where Louisiana, and her all the way in California.
Mayara cursed under her breath after her call went to voicemail for the fifth time today. She quickly got up from bed to close her bedroom door, in case any of her family members popped back up at the house unexpectedly, before plopping back down to FaceTime her bestfriend for her daily mental breakdown.
"It's giving I don't even have a fucking boyfriend anymore bro." Mayara spitballed as soon as Yisseli answered the phone. She looked to be in bed, blackout curtains still drawn from how dark it was in her room, the only light being from her TV in front of her which gave a blue-hued view of her absolutely demolishing a plate of pizza rolls, with the Shrek movie playing in the reflection of her glasses.
"Biiiitccchhh I been told you that!" Yisseli whined as she prepared to hear the same lines she's been hearing from Mayara for the past month.
"I just don't understand bro, like he literally could be dead and I wouldn't have a fucking clue! Why isn't he answering his phone?!" Mayara was getting into a good groove. She could feel her tears starting and she craved the release that crying gave her.
"I'm sure that if he was dead Facebook would quite literally blow up, and so would Fizz, stop being dramatic. He ghosted you, it's time to block him and we'll just beat his ass when we get back to campus." Yisseli shrugged. Her blank face turning into a mischievous grin as she thought on it more. "Ooh, let's key his car and egg his apartment. That's a perfect plot for our first night back!"
"Yisseli noo! One, that's so immature and I don't wanna get arrested! And two, this has to be some type of misunderstanding!"
"I'm bout fed up with you being a delusional ass bitch Yara. This is my last time trying to put this into perspective for you." Yisseli shuffled around a bit before pausing her movie and turning on her bedside lamp to place her pizza roll plate down and sit up a little straighter.
Oh lord Mayara had really done it now. She'd never hear the end.
Mayara was fully crying now, laid out on her bed with her head down and only her hand holding up the phone. Yisseli rolled her eyes at the state of her down bad best friend before going in.
"We have been back home for exactly one month and seven days. In our generation we know good and damn well that checking our phones is the first thing we do as soon as our eyes open in the morning. Especially a wanna be rapper ass nigga-"
"His music's really good and you know it." Mayara whined cutting Yisseli off.
"SHUT UP! Actually let me do the calculations before you piss me off." Yisseli put Mayara on pause while she clicked around on her phone. "Girl that man- excuse me that BITCH has blatantly ignored your texts and calls for 900 HOURS. If he can post a new music video, or post AT ALL, he's very much alive and well and not giving a fuck about you. So why on God's green and beautiful earth are you worried about his PONK ass! He's gaaayyyy, what are we talking about for real? Any man that has you sitting around waiting on him is gay like oh my gosh there's never been a sign or a closet clearer, Yara. You deserve better than a gay man and you know it."
The 900 hours comment was really putting things into perspective for Mayara right about now. Somewhere in that whopping 900, there has to be time to simply text or call your girlfriend back. Shit, Mayara had been calling Davon immediately after dropping her two younger siblings off at summer camp at 9:00 AM sharp everyday. By that time, she had already aged 900 years trying to get her siblings up, ready, and out of the door by 8:30 without any arguments or major slip-ups, and even if there was, she was still calling.
Mayara sniffled and raised herself up onto her elbows. She counted the seconds it took to pick up her phone, and scroll to Davon's number to click a choice whether to text or call.
Two. Seconds.
Mayara focused her attention back on Yisseli staring at her with her eyebrows raised in a, "Mhm, exactly bitch.", expression. Mayara got out of bed and walked over to one of her mirror's hanging on her wall by her TV, setting Yisseli on her dresser up against a bottle of lotion for stability as she pressed her hands through her fresh silk press, getting herself together. She wiped her eyes and sniffled a bit more before giving herself a mean, very self aware mug in the mirror, her alter ego coming to the very surface. Mayara had just pressed her hair in an attempt to get herself out of this funk. It was growing beautifully with the help of a new hair growth oil she was using, her hair now reaching just above her belly button. She admired her caramel brown skin and matching eyes. Her first year of college in Louisiana had treated her well, the freshman 15 going straight to her boobs and her ass, completely missing the stomach of course. Her silky brown nightgown showed her figure well. The longer she stared at herself the more she wondered why she was even tripping over Davon's wishy washy ass. She smirked at her own foolishness.
That's a bet, she thought in a silent competition to Davon that he was surely going to lose.
"Bitch, you're right." She mumbled to Yisseli still on the phone.
"Oh bitch I know I am."
Mayara and Yisseli didn't mumble another word to each other as they sat on FaceTime in true best friend fashion. Yisseli had unpaused her movie, praying to the most high that she'd finally gotten through to her friend who'd been spiraling about this man for the better part of their spring semester and now well into their summer. She was tired of the same tear-filled speech every morning at approximately 11:00 AM that went on well into 2-3:00 PM. She was tired of seeing her beautiful friend that could, quite frankly, pull any man she looked at, be treated like a groupie by her own boyfriend. Her friend that definitely had most likely an entire auditorium-like line of men waiting for a chance for her to even look at them. Yisseli watched her phone as Mayara carried her throughout her room, seemingly like she was now getting ready to go somewhere.
On the other side, Mayara was picking out a cute workout outfit. She'd promised her dad she'd go running with him after he got off of work. That wasn't until around 5:30 and right now it was 2:10, so she figured she'd get ready now and run a couple of errands. Fill up her gas tank, restock some nail supplies for her upcoming clients, stop at the grocery store for some snacks the house was getting low on, before picking up her siblings from summer camp at 5:00.
After Mayara had done her hygiene, fixed her hair up , and gotten dressed into a baby pink Lululemon legging set, she took a double take at her room as she headed out of the door. It was a slight mess from how she usually liked it. Her bed was unmade, tissues littered her nightstands and a bit of the floor from the constant crying she'd been doing and the quick summer flu she had last week. Her vanity was a mess of products from her just getting ready, and she needed to open a fucking window. Her bathroom didn't look much better. She vowed to fix it all later tonight.
As Mayara hopped into her car in the garage, she quickly tried to set up the sound so her call with Yisseli wouldn't have any mishaps. They still hadn't spoken much. Just enjoying each other's silent, virtual company.
Mayara finally took her phone off of DND as her 2023 Honda Civic's engine purred to life, and the notifications came rolling in.
About 20 different texts, half from her mom projectile vomiting an entire grocery list as soon as she got word that Mayara was going to the grocery store. Two more notifications were from group chats with friends, and the rest were from Instagram. Mayara opened her page to a whopping 16,000 followers that must've happened overnight. Last night she could've sworn she was at 14,000. Her following had been growing quickly since starting college, most of her closest friends were content creators, did music in some way shape or form, or were into designing clothing. She'd gained some popularity from being seen frequently in her friends' vlogs, from being well-known around her college campus in general just for her looks, and from her nail business that was gaining insane traction with each semester that went by. Her nail page was currently at 5,000 followers, which was insanely good for launching her business only a year ago. It was also no secret that a lot of her following came from her now ex-boyfriend Davon.
Davon had been rapping since he was about 13 years old. He went by YoungDavo as his rap name and his music was very popular and gaining a lot of traction in Louisiana. He was being booked for performances and club appearances, and during the tail end of spring semester his most popular song, "80k" was reacted to by a popular YouTuber, Mayara couldn't remember the guys channel name, but Davon had a huge surge in listeners after the creator let out his reaction to his latest single. As people went on a deep dive of Davon's life as this new and upcoming rapper, naturally they became interested in Mayara as well. It was no secret that she was, emphasis on was, his girlfriend. They'd been together for 6 months, and she came to all of his bookings and performances, so his fans knew her almost just as much as they knew him, she's been there since the beginning of his little rise.
If you asked Yisseli, she'd say that Davon was ghosting on purpose for this reason exactly. It's what she always said when the ghosting first started. Mayara had brushed her off. It didn't make any sense at the time. How could Davon push her away, or try to dim her light and the attention she was getting when she's been by his side this whole time, wishing him nothing but the best? She had fantasies that they'd be the biggest power couple, rising to fame together.
Mayara hates how it's all starting to make sense. Before the ghosting, Mayara had brought up to Davon how she was thinking of finally going ahead and starting her YouTube channel after seeing her business and personal Instagram pages gaining traction. It had always been the push and validation she thought she needed to pursue YouTube, because she knew YouTube supporters were hard to get from scratch. She felt like she needed to gain attention in another big app first before asking those followers to transfer over to her YouTube to give her a decent start.
This train of thoughts snaps Mayara out of her disassociation behind the wheel. She focuses back in on the wide open garage door waiting on her to drive out so it can close again in peace. She looks at Yisseli who's still on the phone cackling at something on TikTok. Mayara grins.
"Seli get ready, I'm finna come pick you up."
"Wait wha-"
"You're gonna come help me buy that vlogging camera we were looking at, I'll be to you in 30."