𝘈𝘋𝘋𝘐𝘊𝘛𝘌𝘋

48.

ᴊᴇssɪᴋᴀ ɢʀᴇʏs
ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 7
ᴀᴛʟᴀɴᴛᴀ, ɢᴇᴏʀɢɪᴀ

"My favorite Jessika!" Josh said as he walked in the house.

I'm literally the only Jessika he knows.

"Shut up. What did you wanna talk about?"

"I thought we was friends. And we ain't talked since the wedding."

"We are not friends. I don't have to talk to you everyday."

"Why wouldn't you want to though?"

"Because you're you."

"Mhmm. You made food?"

"For myself, yeah."

"I'm sure you can share."

"I can't."

I walked to the kitchen with him trailing behind me. I can't stand baby daddies. Especially the grown ass ones like him.

"That's a salad?"

"What it look like, Joshua?"

"Oh. Why you got this waist trainer shit on?"

"Why you in my business?"

"You acting weird."

This man cannot just get the hell out of my business. I don't remember ever being in his business like this.

"I'm not. You just getting on my damn nerves."

"I'an even did nothing to you."

He then opened my refrigerator and got a Gatorade out.

"Those are for my son. Put it back."

Yes, I still make groceries for Jordan and everybody else. They visit very often.

"He's my son too. I can have one if I want."

"Did you buy it?"

He didn't say anything. He just opened it.

"You don't got food at home or something?" I asked.

"I do. Don't even do that. Why the hell are eating a salad?"