𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐔 ৎ୭

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Mercedes April Porter
Baton Rouge, Louisiana

"Yea I had losted yo numba." I rub my hand down Antwon's chest.

"Yea well lemme give it to you real quick." He holds his hand out.

I give him my phone. He types his name and number in and hands it back.

I change it to "Braiding Lady" and put it back in my pocket.

"This what we doing nie?" D loud ass comes up to me.

How tf this nigga find out I was over here?

I roll my eyes and Antwon walks away. We at sum block party and people staring to look.

"Fuck y'all looking aet!" I flip everybody in the room off.

"Getcho ass in da car." He shoves me.

"No, nigga." I push him back.

"Fuck wrong witchu? You out hea actin a damn foo!" He yells at me.

"IM acting a damn foo? You was just posted up on sum bitch live!" I put the long fingernails he paid for, all in face.

"Come on, let's go." He tugs my weave and pulls me outside to his car.

I get in the passenger seat and he goes around and gets in the driver's side.

"Are you high?" He asks.

"Yea." I mumble trying to get my eyelash to stick back to the corner of my eye.

"So sick of yo shit, on God." He speeds towards his house.

"Shut the fuck up talking to me nigga." I hold my hand up 🖐🏾

"I'll stop this car and fuck you up." He hits the steering wheel.

"You ain't fucking up shit so shut that all the way down!" I scream.

He slams the breaks.

"I'm not gone do what?" He asks.

"Chill, I was just playing." I laugh.

"Ain't shit funny." He waves me off.

"I just doing exactly what you was doing." I shrug.

"Huh?"

"This is exactly whatchu be doing. The reason you so mad is cuz you getting done what you do to me and youn like it. Karma's a bitch huh?" I smile.

"Ian even done shit to you tho. You tweakin." He shakes his head.

"This shit get old, always having to drag yo drunk ass outta deez parties and shit, it ain't worth it." He sighs.

"I'm sorry but this the same shit you do to me." I shrug.

"No it ain't. I never did you how you did me." He hints at what happened 2 years ago.

Ouch. He know how I feel about that.

"I'm sorry." I tear up.

"You act like that shit don't still affect me. I'm still healing." He says.

"Babe you know I'm sorry bout that tho." I start full on crying.

"It's aight." He shrugs.

"It's not tho." I wipe my tears.

"I shouldnt'a brought it up."

"I feel like youn love me cuz of that." I frown.

"I'm still hurt but it's whatever I moved past it." He shrugs.