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"Damn Nic, you depressed or sumn?" Wayne frowned. My face fell and I looked up at him. What?
Why would he say that? Cause if I really was, that would've been the last straw. Unfiltered ass man.
"N-no. Why you say that?"
"I mean shit, you in all this black, shades on and we inside. What's up?" I chuckled and pushed my hat down. I'm not depressed. It's cold as shit outside.
But that's not why I have all this on. It's because of the damn bruises on me. But he doesn't know that, so i'm not telling him.
"No. I'm not depressed Wayne. And I don't think that's something you should ask a person that looks depressed. Try asking what's wrong first? I came to drop you off a recording of the song I did. That's all. I got a doctors appointment to go to tho." I gave him a flash drive.
He eyed it and looked up at me. I already know what he's thinking. Why I couldn't do a song with him?
I never wanted to do one in the beginning. But Bey...well she has her way with things.
"Alright....Take them shades off..."
What is his issue..?
"Why? Wayne I look the same." He stood from the chair and eyed me. Here he go acting like he's my father.
"Alright...i'll take em off." I pulled the shades off. There's really nothing wrong with my face. Besides the damn scratches from Keitta ass. But they're fading, just a little dark.
"What happened right here?" He pointed to them.
"My nails. You know they stay long and I fucked up when I was doing my own hair." That lie was way too easy.
He hummed and put them back on, sitting at the sound bar. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Now he probably mad because he didn't find shit.
People been telling him stuff and he's trying to figure it out on his own. I know him...but i'm not saying a thing to him about anything.
Momma may have, and he wants me to say something. But he know like I know, that i'm not.
Beyoncé stepped in from the bathroom and sighed. She's been low key mad at me, but won't say it. I understand.
What we did was stupid, but worth it.
She yelled at me when we went back to her house and of course I cried. We ended up laying with each other until we fell asleep. This was just yesterday so I don't expect her to get over it so fast.
"Bey...what's going on wit her?" Wayne looked up. I'm standing right in front of him, why ask her?
And she bet not say shit either.
"I think I value my life and my relationship more bro." She chuckled. Good choice.
