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"Just wanna let you know, you really ain't shit, Sev." Niyah continued on & on from what seemed like forever. "You ain't ever gone to be shit either, bum!"
"Bum?" I finally spoke up with my eyebrows pinched together.
That's where she completely lost me... Because I ain't ever been a bum.
"That's all you heard? Really?" She responded in a dramatic tone & pulled herself out of the bed, draping the blanket over her bare body. "All you do is come over here to have sex with me. What typa nigga you think you is?"
"C'mon, cuhs. Don't start that shit Niyah." I let out a breath, taking my Glock .40 from the dresser and putting it on my waistband.
After dropping Brooklyn off, I made the decision to come to Niyah's house just for some quick head. Then I was finna leave, and she started to trip.
"Sev, why you do this to me all the time?" She glanced at me while I dressed completely, adjusting the blanket on her body.
"You got me over here doing girlfriend activities, but then you treat me like some quick nut..." Niyah stated. "How that work?"
"What girlfriend activities do I gotchu doing, Niyah?" Pausing what I was doing, I gave her a questioning glare.
"You got it..." She tucked her lips together & then picked up her phone off of the dresser.
"Just go. You don't gotta worry me anymore." She swiped away the tears welling up in her eyes.
I ain't even acknowledge shorty; I just shook my head and walked out the door towards my car, after disconnecting my phone from the charger inside the wall.
I've been made it clear to Niyah, I ain't want a relationship with her— on several occasions. Since she was the one who decided to simply only having sex, I accepted that offer. But as time passed, she kept bringing up the idea that we were dating, and whenever I told her that we weren't, she became offended.
When I received an incoming phone call, my thoughts were interrupted.
While backing out of the driveway, I answered the phone without looking at the caller ID.
"Waddup?"
"Waddup?" My mom mocked my tone on the other end of the phone call.
"Boy, you don't answer no damn phone like that for yo momma." She nagged on longer. "You talk to your little friends like that, Seven."
Here she go....
"Momma, my fault. Ian check the contact." You aight?" I wondered, before asking.
