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Just as I was about to leave my room to shower, my door swung open causing me to jump a little.
"You fucking Jay?" DJ asked as he stormed into my room.
"What?" I asked with a confused look upon myself.
"You fucking heard me. Are you fucking him?"
"No" I frowned at him. What the fuck happened after I left out?
"Dream I swear to God i-"
"I'm not fucking him!" I reiterated, "I'm not even like that, what the fuck. You think I'm easy?"
"Lemme see your phone"
"What? No" I looked at him like he lost his damn mind because clearly he has. There was nothing in my phone for him to find but he still wasn't about to invade my privacy like that.
"Give me your fucking phone"
"Bro who the fuck are you? You don't pay this phone bill and you not my fucking daddy. I ain't giving you shit"
"You always with that nigga"
"So that means I'm fucking him?" This logic made no sense, "You always with him too so if that's the case...hey. I'm not gon judge you. You got my full support" I shrugged my shoulders.
"So what y'all be doing?"
"So what y'all be doing?" I spat back at him crossing my arms over my chest. He stared back at me matching my intense glare. I really wanted to see if he'd come clean.
"Whatever Dream. I find out y'all fucking I'm beating yo ass"
"Even if we was, why are you making such a big deal about it?"
It's not like he didn't know Montrell and I were sexually active. He's always been protective of me but now he's overdoing it.
"Because you don't need to be involved with a nigga like that"
"What kind of nigga is he?" I raised an eyebrow at him. I was doing a good job playing dumb.
He opened his mouth to speak but then his eyes fixated on my wrist, "Where you get that bracelet from?"
I tried my best not to make a face but I was completely dumbfounded. This bracelet has been on my wrist everyday for a while and now he decides to finally notice this shit.
"Jayda" I replied looking down at it "I think she got it off of Aliexpress or something. It's a friendship bracelet"
"It look like the real one. Lemme see" He walks over and grabs my wrist to take a better look at it.
"What's the real one?"
"Cartier" He looked up at me to read my face. I was not getting caught in this lie. I refuse.
