𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐋🎠 | Travis Scott.

𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙮-𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣🎠

chapter forty seven:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PT. 3

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Same day (March 29th, 2017)
📍Houston, TX.
Kelsey

"Hey bird, watchu thinking about?" Jacques walked to me and kissed my cheek.

I was sitting on the couch of his parents' new house, checking my social media out of boredom. Everyone else was helping my mom and miss Wanda to prepare the table, but they didn't let me help them because it was my birthday. And I knew better than to disagree.

"Nothing, I'm just on instagram." I answered and he sat down next to me. "Word? What do people say about us?" Jack asked.

I shrugged my shoulders in response, "I don't know, I haven't really posted anything ever since we got together. But I'm thinking of posting this one." I went to my photos app and showed him a picture of me sitting on the lamborghini.

"Yo, that's fire. You should definitely post this." Jacques nodded but both of us got silent when a notification of a certain someone wishing me happy birthday popped up.

"Why is this fucker texting you?" He asked, trying to stay calm. "I really don't know, I've blocked his number though, remember?" Jack nodded and I rolled my eyes when I noticed that he had texted me from another person's phone.

+ (780) 756- 7568
— Hey Kells, it's Carlos
— I'm aware that you've blocked my number and all my accounts on social media so I texted you from a friend's phone
— Anyway, I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday. I'm sad that we aren't spending it together like we used to...

"Yo, is he being for real now?" I could tell that Jacques was angry, just from the way that he was holding the phone. "Baby, it's nothing serious. I will just block this number." I reassured him by rubbing his back softly, while my other hand was on his shoulder.

"Fine, I will send him a lil something though." He looked at me and I nodded.

Me
— fuck off my girl's line

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"Okay, that was quick."

"Now block him." I told Jack but he shook his head, "Nah, not yet. He's typing." He answered.

+ (780) 756- 7568
— Who's that

Me
— her boyfriend u bitch
— don't hit her up again

+ (780) 756- 7568
— Or what?

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"This dude is really testing my patience." Jacques said through gritted teeth and I cupped his cheeks with my hands, so he could look at me. "Don't reply to him, that's what he wants. I will just block his number." I told Jack and took the phone from his hands when he wasn't paying attention.

He rolled his eyes, "I'm not a pussy, Kells. Give me your phone, I'm not done with his ass."

"I'm not giving you anything, Jacques. I will block his number and that's it." I said.