if you see these men, RUN. || (DAVE EAST) (CHRIS BROWN)

Chapter 12

i'm obsessed with this song rn. bye.
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Capri Martin
That whole encounter was awkward as fuck. Not only did Denise embarrass herself, but the way my friends taunted and teased Q was not right. He was a nice person and I expected better from them. Jayceon really put the icing on the cake though. I could already imagine Q's anxiety and they just made it worse.

I felt bad.

"Pri...? Pri you listening?" Sam asked me.

I looked up from staring into space. "Hmm?"

"You heard what I said?"

I shook my head no and sat up in my seat. "You heard about how last week some of the guys on the football team held a girl over the ledge of the second floor railing at this mall."

"Yeah it's all over facebook." Zillah added, pulling the video up on her phone.

I gasped, shocked to hear the news. Then I shot a look at Jayceon. That nigga was on the football team and I'll be damned if he had anything to do with it.

"Relax I wasn't even involved. I wasn't even there last Friday."

"He was with me." Zillah smiled, fluttering her eyes.

I kept forgetting they were together. Like literally. Just last week he was just her crush.

Damn. It took me a while to realize but all my friends had boyfriends. Sam and Sonny, Z and Jay, and now Nisi and Q. Allegedly...I say that because the look on his face when she called him her boyfriend said sum way different.

But it was ironic how I went all these years without ever being a third wheel. Or just ever not being with someone in general. I just got used to it. But now I was entering a whole new era and I was interesting to see where it went.

Maybe it was a sign from the universe to take a hint and really get serious about what I wanted to do with my life. I had the plan, I just needed a certain push. And breaking up with Micah was a start.

Speaking of the mother fuckin devil...from a afar I saw someone who looked very, very similar to Micah. The locs, the facial hair, that lil bandanna he wore time to time. My stomach turned. Like literally. I was going to be sick.

Tapping on Sam, I quickly and discreetly pointed in his direction. Her jaw dropped just like mine did cause ain't nobody see this boy in a while.

He slowly made his way towards us with his cocky strut and disgusting slutty demeanor. I got the ick. I got it time to time. When I saw his butt crack, his feet, or when he chewed a certain way. But the way he came walking like moto, moto from Madagascar made me gag.

"I know that ain't Micah. Coach is pissed with him. Nigga ain't been to school in mad long." Jayceon snickered. "What happened to him Pri..."

"I- I don't know." I shrugged, turning back towards everyone at the table.

"What you mean you don't know...ain't that ya nigga Pri?"

Rolling my eyes, I took a deep breath. "We broke up."

A gasp came from Zillah, while everyone else seemed moderately shocked. "Wait why?" She asked.

"He cheated on me at that lil party." I sighed. "But it's good...I'm over it. Better to just move on."

I spared them the rest of the details, figuring it'd be way too embarrassing to share. For both me and him. How he came knocking on my door crying and shit. Then how my mom lost it on me for the fact. The only person who knew was Sam.

"...Okay now that you know...I ain't wanna say nun Pri but Micah was getting slutty with a lot of the girls at that party. Wasn't just one. But you ain't hear that from me." Jayceon admitted.