TROUVAILLE // B.E

𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

ANNAGRACE REID

"bro," i groaned. "i do not want her to try and come back into my life. that sounded mean as fuck— but, like, me and billie just officially got together yesterday, and kaylee is tryna come back? nah. if she ruins anything, i will seriously beat her ass."

i fell back across adrian's bed. "i swear there's something that's always trying to come between us. it's like... why does the universe hate us?"

i grabbed his pillow and held it over my face to muffle a scream.

"chill out," adrian gave a soft chuckle. "you two are fine. the universe doesn't hate you two."

"it sure fucking feels like it," i grumbled. "like, there was the whole thing with que's dumb ass, then there was everything with estelle, and now kaylee is tryna come into the situation. like, seriously, what the fuck is that?"

"you're overthinking the whole thing." he reassured.

"i sure hope so," i sighed. "but what about kaylee? i know she's gonna try some shit sooner or later."

"i don't know what to tell you about that," he gave a frown. "but you don't want her, right? so i mean, what's the worse that could happen?"

"okay, and? i didn't like estelle and all the bullshit with her still happened. honestly, adrian, your logic makes no sense sometimes."

"excuse me, that's rude as fuck." he scoffed.

"not my problem." i shrugged.

"billie is starting to rub off on you, and i don't like it," he rolled his eyes. "she's already mean enough by herself; i don't need two of you."

"fuck off." i laughed.

"nah."

i watched as he leaned back in his chair. "i can't believe you two are dating now. like, you really came and stole my best friend. you're fake as fuck for that. she hardly hangs out with me anymore 'cause she's always with you."

"it's not my fault that she likes me better." i smirked as i shrugged.

"she don't."

"excuse me, has she threatened to kill not one but two people for you? i didn't think so." i waved him off.

"you're right," he sighed. "her lil' crazy ass. that possessiveness and jealousy is gonna catch up to her one day, and it's not gonna be good."

"what do you mean?" i raised a brow, crossing my arms behind my head as i looked up at the ceiling. "shit is hot as hell."

"of course you'd find that hot," he muttered. "but i dunno; i feel like it could cause some problems or some shit."

"i don't think so," i mumbled. "i mean— she does kinda need to tone it done, i guess, but i don't see that big of a problem with it."