blurred devotion. brent faiyaz.

. 《 32 》

i watched brent get out his car and make his way towards me. i sucked my teeth and looked the other way.

ig he heard me.

" come on, saint cut that shit. "

ian say nothing.

" saint why you so stubborn mane. "

i still ain't say nothing. ian even wanna look at him. i ain't never been treated like this, & i'll be damned if he think ima crawl back to him like shit sweet. fuck him. & his attitude.

" saint, i'm not fucking playing witchu. " he puffed.

i crossed my legs.

he sucked his teeth. he started to walk towards me & i kept where i was.

he stood in front of me blocking my view, so i turned my head & looked down the sidewalk.

" saint- " his fingers grazed my hand.

i smacked his hand hard away.

" don't touch me. " i sternly said.

he took his hand back & sighed deeply.

idk why he acting like i did something wrong. tf.

i got up & bumped his arm, strutting my way to his car.

i unlocked the back door, behind the passenger seat & got in.

he came in, turned the heat on, & looked at me through the rear view.

" yes? problem? " i said twisting my upper lip.

he shook his head. " why you acting like this? "

i know he just did not-

" stop acting stupid. " i dryly said.

i felt the car slowly move against the pavement.

the whole ride was just an exchange of dirty looks, scoffs, & the silent treatment.

as we came down a random block, i began to get curious.

" where we at? "

he said nothing.

i sucked my teeth & looked him up & down with my upper lip curled.

" hellooo? "

" my crib. "

oh.

" listen if you think you getting some pussy- "

" saint, just get out the car. "

i was shocked. sucking my teeth, i opened the car door & slammed it on my way out.

i looked at his house, & i must admit that shit was nice.

from the looks of it, he had a three story home that was built by black & burgundy colored bricks.