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"Nic!" I yelled through the apartment. This girl isn't answering the phone or nothing. I'm supposed to be taking pictures for this clothing line, but I walked out. All because she wasn't answering the phone.
What's the point of having one if you not gon use it?
My mind kept wondering shit so I had to see for myself that she okay. She ain't never just not answered the phone that many times.
Lauren didn't answer neither so that added on to it. At least one of them would answer. Luckily I kept this key.
She tried to tussle with me over it. Yea she ended up getting it back, but I still had it by time I left. So she did all of that for nothing.
I went in her room and the both of them were under the blankets sleep. No wonder...
They must have them phones on silent and can't hear shit. I hate when they do that. It's so stupid.
I went to Nicki side and pulled the cover back. She was laying with her arms above her head and a huge pout. There were tear stains on her face...What's wrong with my baby?
Lauren started moving and opened her eyes. She shook her head with a scoff and sat up.
"You better have a damn good explanation." She whispered.
Explanation for what?
"You got somebody pregnant on my best friend? More specifically Keitta, the hood hoe?"
My face scrunched because what the fuck?
"Hell no. I told her that's not my baby. We haven't had sex since before I got with Nic so that's a lie. If she three months and we ain't did shit since before that, how the fuck it's my baby?"
I can't believe this. That's what got her crying and not answering me? This so fucking stupid. Keitta better get the fuck on for real.
"Well you need to be telling that to her. Cause she really not feeling it. I never seen her cry so much over somebody so...you better fix this." She got up and walked out.
Damn man. I took a deep breath and took my shoes, purse and hat off. Pulling the cover back, she didn't have nothing but undergarments on. Can't never sleep in pajamas. She got a whole drawer of em and don't even wear them.
The main one talking about a pajama party, but can't keep the meaning of it together.
I laid on top of her, pecking her lips over and over. She sniffed and whimpered, mushing my face away. Her eyes opened and watered when she focused on me.
"Hey mama."
"W-why?" She choked. My heart.
She started crying hard, and I wiped her tears away. Last time she cried like this was when she didn't want me to leave that morning.
