A blog dialogue- The Wedding...pt.2

-1-'s holding tightly to KB in a firm embrace as she shouted and pulled to get over to Britt. Britt, not one for confrontation, turned to 1980

'I want to go…,' glancing back to KB, 'Now!'

KB breaks free from -1-'s embrace and just as she reaches Britt, 1980 stands in front of her, blocking KB's access to Britt's hair.

'Calm it down KB! Is it all that serious?!' 1980 looking down from his towering stature at KB who stood over a foot below him.

-1- walks over to KB as she stayed fuming where she stood not bothering to try to push through 1980 and whispered in her ear,

'Baby, ease up. I know what's up, but you can't act like this. She's not worth it and you know that she's not gonna change. Just do you and know that I care about you. I mean, honestly, isn't that all that matters.'

KB turns and looks up at -1-, catching the intense eye contact that -1- was given.

At this point, Jameil and Stacie walk in joking and laughing about the conversation that Jameil had with drunk Rashan last night.

Jameil waves when she sees me and Diva, but pulls up at the sight of everyone staring at the KB, -1-, 1980, Britt cluster.

'What's going on?' Stacie looks at everyone not completely understanding what she missed, but knowing that it was probably good.

-1- leads KB back to their pew and 1980 sits down on the other side, a few rows behind KB and -1- and pulls Britt to sit next to him as she continues expressing her desire to leave.

Stacie whispers over to Jameil, 'See, I knew we should have gotten here early. Got me missin good blog drama.'

1/3, Diva, and I walk back over to Eb's room as Lea walks in holding a Corona on the arm of Sojourn, Char and Buttercup chatting up trickle in shortly after, and Hadassah and Roxy stroll in getting acquainted with one another as they grab a seat near Britt and 1980.

'Hey, where's Charles?' I whisper over to 1/3.

'I wore him out last night girl. I'll be surprised if he can walk.' She does a light hair flip with her shiny straight locks that look breathtaking today. I'm stunned a bit not expecting the comment that fell out of her mouth and immediately stop my step.

She laughs and pulls my hand to get me moving 'I'm just kidding. We're takin it slow, for obvious reasons. He called this morning and said he had to stop and get something before comin to the church. Probably his suit…So last minute that man.'

As we walk into the bride's room, a woman walks into the church, who pulls the attention of the entire room. She a statuesque, long legged exotic looking woman that has an overwhelming amount of flawless makeup meticulously applied, looks around the church and begins searching for a seat. She is dressed in a soft sundress that does little to hide her razor sharp curves. Stace leans over to Jameil and asks if she recognizes her. Jameil shakes her head no. -1- stops her lowered conversation with KB and watches this woman walk. KB looks at -1- with the face of a jealous woman, quickly grips -1- face and makes her meet her eyes, 'Here.' Swag can't help but stare at this woman due to her likeness to Te.edr.a Mo.s.es and leans over to Char asking him if he was the only one who thought so. Char shrugs not knowing who Te.edr.a was, which leads Swag into a full out discussion of how he needed to download songs from her.

Rashan rushes out from the back room on the groom's side and slows his swagger when he hits the main church, making sure he's looking completely together and greets the no name nubian.

'Hey beautiful. Thank you for coming. How bout you take a seat right here,' gesturing to the pew directly in front of where he would be standing.

As he heads back, he gets cornered by Jameil.

'Who is that?' Jameil folds her arms and waits for the explanation.

'No one that you need to worry your pretty little head about. Just go back and sit down.' Rashan tries to brush her off, but Jameil doesn't give up quite so easily.

'Is that the stripper from last night that you kept going on and on about?'

He shrugs and pushes past her, laughing a little because he knew he was gonna be having some fun.

As he walked back into the groom's room, Dessex was pushing Soumy to his feet and Don and One were starting to get fully dressed.

'Yo, Jersey is here.'

The guys look at each other then back to Rashan.

'Are you out of your mind? What the hell is she doing here?' asks Don

'I didn't really think she would come. But she sent me a text letting me know she was here, and when I walked out there, she was.'

Soumy tries to recall this woman, but doesn't and looks to Dessex. 'Who is that?'

Dessex shakes his head, laughing. 'The woman who lap danced your sanity right out of you last night.'

Soumy gaze shifts to Rashan with a look of sheer dread on his face.

'Shan, what the hell is wrong with you man? Do you know that Eb will rip her face off if she finds out who that woman is? Whachu tryna do to me?' Soum shakes his head.

Rashan laughs, 'Don't sweat it man. Just tell Eb she's my date. In truth, she is. You don't have to tell her anything and we are the only one's who know how I know her, so it should be cool. Now stop worryin about it and get yourself together. You got about 20min before 'I do's' get thrown around and you need to be wrappin your head around that shit.'

Silence falls and the guys continue to get ready in the comfortable quiet; a sharp contrast to the whirlwind commotional room of the bride, who is having an emotional breakdown.

Turning to Deja, Eb whispers, 'Deja, I don't think I can do this. I mean…COMMIT COMMIT?!?! Forever EVER,' looks down at her left hand that was delicately adorned by a classically designed 2 carat princess cut diamond set in white gold, the engagement ring that felt so heavy on her hand today.

Deja responds surprised, 'Why not?'

'Because…I..umm… I think I might be…well… feeling someone else. At first, I thought it was just wedding jitters, but I'm really thinking this is more. He makes me feel sooo amazing, and he is such an enigma. I can never tell how he feels, which makes me yearn for him even more. I feel like a school girl with him, which tells me that this really is something that needs to be addressed. I don't know, what do you think?'

'Well who is it?'

'Well…ummm… it's….'