Are you forgetting that I paid for that damn car, the same one you are sending her out to? How could you do some shit like this?"
"That's right. This negro done lost his damn mind!" Tonya chimed in from her friend's side. She looked more pissed off than Lela.
Tyrese stood there like a deer caught in headlights. His silence only added fuel to Lela's fire. "You don't have nothing to say?"
Sarah, who ignored her orders to go to the car, stood by her man.
She gave Lela a look to show she wasn't no punk about hers either.
"Who is this woman, Ty?" Sarah asked with attitude.
Lela sized up the opponent. She noticed one high-end piece of clothing on top of another covering her gorgeous skin. Sarah had twists in the front of her hair and beautiful, blonde, ringlet curls adorning her perfect long neck. If Sarah came at her wrong, Lela's first move would be to get a vice grip on the hair at the nape of her neck and bang her head into the table.
"I'm his fiancée," Lela replied with just as much attitude. "And I'm the one he has to answer to, not you."
"Damn straight!" Tonya added.
Sarah shot Lela and Tonya an unaffected look. "Fiancée? What a joke. Toss me the keys, Ty." She laughed like Katt Williams had just walked out on to an imaginary stage or something. "Oh, and babe," she purred at Tyrese while flipping her shoulder-length hair from one side to the other, "don't make me wait too long."
Her words along with her actions set Lela's temperament to boiling, causing Lela to lunge at her. Ty caught her fist inches away from Sarah's rosy cheeks. "You gonna be waiting on an ambulance if you don't get outta here! Let me go, Ty!" Lela ordered.
In a rush to keep Sarah from ending up in the ER, Ty reached in his pocket, and then tossed Sarah his car keys.
"I hope this doesn't mess up my shopping trip," Sarah told Tyrese with her nose in the air. At the door, Sarah gave Lela one final "Oh…and he's our man" look.
Lela used everything in her power to keep her composure, though her spirit was broken. Hurt as she was, she was not about to be a crying fool in public, and especially not in front of Tonya who was now following Sarah out the door.