JA'KIYA
"I want my pussy ate!" Leilani shouts making me and the guys look at her
"Get the fuck out with that shit" Aziel mugs turning to me and pointing at her. "get yo friend"
"I'm in the same boat as her" chuckling I waved him off
Raising an eyebrow he nods glancing over my body before going back to rolling his blunt.
Stop that
Hearing my phone ding I looked at it and saw a message from Zed, who was across the room with a hoodie over his head facing away from me.
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Zeddie🎭 go home
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Looking at the back of his head I sighed showing Lani the message. He's most likely going to get on my ass for siding with her.
"He finna eat that cat" Lani smirks wiggling her brows
"I doubt it, come spend the night with me. Sleeping alone is getting old"
"I swear! Ima go pack a bag, I'll text you ahead of time before I come. I would hate to interrupt"
"Shut up" smiling I shook my head making my way to the front door. "bye guys"
"Be safe and text me when you get home" Aziel says sternly
"Ok, I will"
Hugging Leilani as I stood up I sent a message to Zed once I made it to my car.
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Crybaby Ki🚩 bring food from biscuit world, please
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Not even a second later Zed's response
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Zeddie🎭 no fatass
Crybaby Ki🚩 please Zeddie?
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Leaving my message on read he didn't bother responding, rolling my eyes I started my engine and went home.
Although I could've easily gone to biscuit world myself I chose not to because of how bad my anxiety likes to show her ass.
I have a hard time speaking for myself when I'm someplace alone, I judge and nitpick myself to the point it's how other people perceive me. It's usually thoughts like; am I walking funny or is my outfit fucked up?
The moment I step outside of my car it feels like all eyes are on me and when I stumble on my words it's like my throat gets tighter and my body becomes heavier and at that exact point in time I want to die.
My strength lies within other people, I feel empowered when I'm with a close friend or my parents.
I wish they had online pick-up as an option like all the other restaurants
Just as I pulled up to my apartment I felt my stomach cave in as it cried loudly for food. I need to Instacart groceries
Dialing Zed's number I waited a while before he answered.
"What?" he grumbles once the line connected
"I'm hungry"
"Fuck that got to do with me?"
"Zeddie stop with the attitude! Bro, it's annoying, you wanted me to leave—bump it, I shouldn't have called you. Neighbor guy will bring it"
I need to remember his name
"What the fuck did you just say?" he questions calmly
Hanging up I got my things together before shutting off the car and making my way to my door.
Zed called three times before he sent a text message.
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Zeddie🎭 if I get there and that nigga in yo crib I'm shooting the both of y'all dumbasses. Ki don't fucking play with me.
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Boy I don't owe you no loyalty
Unlocking the front door and tossing my bag on the side table I went into the kitchen taking a mango from the counter.
I need to get a new weighted blanket before my therapy session tomorrow
Thirty minutes passed by as I stood in the center of the kitchen lost in my thoughts eating my mango slowly.
I snapped out of it when I heard my front door open, my eyes widened as I scurried off into my room closing the door behind me.
What the hell can I do? My door doesn't lock, I'm defenseless
Fawk
"What you got going on? Why is the kitchen floor sticky?" Zed mumbles pushing open my door, stepping inside he dumps out his pockets onto my dresser. "leave the front door unlocked again and ima show you something"
"I thought I locked it" mumbling softly I tossed the mango seed into the trash beside my bed, wiping my hands in the hand towel on my nightstand
Turning to me Zed reaches out and wipes my chin gently.
"You eat like a child, messy as hell"
"I'm starving like some too" rolling my eyes I waved him off
"It's in the kitchen, Fatass" taking his pants off, Zed got on my bed turning the tv on. "go eat"
"Thank you, Zeddie" hugging him happily I pressed a kiss onto his cheek.
"I hope you ain't been kissing on that lame ass nigga yesterday and put them same lips on me just now" nudging me away he gives a blank look at me looking from my lips to my eyes. "you on some hoe shit?"
"Mmcht no, I get that we've only known each other for two months but like come on Zed. I have shown you multiple times that I'm not like that, I wouldn't dare disrespect myself like that"
"Why you getting defensive? If you ain't hoeing it's no reason to be mad"
"I'm not mad I'm frustrated that you still haven't changed the way that you see me. You're in my bed and yet you still can't seem to give me the benefit of the doubt" with that I left the room and ate the food he brought me in the kitchen quietly glancing at the front door and making sure it was locked.
"I got some trust in you, Ki. I just be fucking with yo crybaby ass" Zed shrugs coming into the kitchen and taking a bottle of water from the fridge. "you gotta toughen up if you want to be around me"
"I'm tough enough, you need to be nicer if you want to continue coming over and hanging out with me"
"I'm working on it Phat, be patient alright?
"Now I'm fat? Zed what did I just say?!" slamming my fist down onto the counter I frowned at him
Raising an eyebrow he cracks a smile shaking his head, chuckling lightly.
"You've never watched Phatgirlz have you?" Zed questions
"No, I haven't"
"I can tell, I'm not calling you fat as in body weight Kiya. We can both see that you aren't anywhere close to being overweight, maybe underwei-"
"Zedadiah"
"My fault, in the movie Phat means pretty hot and tempting"
"Awe you think I'm pretty?" wiggling my eyebrows I smiled
"You decent" nodding Zed went back into the room. "hurry up, ima put the movie on"
"What movie?"
"Phat girlz"
Finishing up my biscuit and tossing my now empty plate into the trash I mopped the floor quickly with the swifter sweeper then followed behind him getting into bed.
"Can I hold you or no?" Zed questions pressing play on the movie with a yawn
"Yes, thank you for asking" nodding I scooted closer to him and allowed him to hold me
Usually, he would drag me towards him and fold me as if I were a pillow, which led to me yelling at him about my personal space and the way he touched me.
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Suicide Sisters
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