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Quan

I had been wrestling with the thought of Dreka really moving on. it may sound stupid, but it has always been me and her so i went out with some of my boys just to get my mind off of this bullshit. just for me to finally get lit enough to enjoy myself, is when i see Dreka and her friends in VIP dancing on each other and different niggas. i went to approach them, maybe it was the liquor but the way she was looking and dressed acting like she didn't have no fucking since. her and this nigga from Sunday dinner was basically fucking on the floor. i had heard stories about how wild Dreka was, but i never really paid them any mind, but seeing her and kat in action was just too much to handle. then i saw her and Chyna French kissing while dancing on this nigga. we had a fucking son for God's sake, and she wasn't showing any respect to the thought of that. i quickly snatched her ass up and out of that fucking club kicking and hollering i had ant come scoop kat and my boys dropped off the rest of them. the whole ride home she was kicking screaming and hollering cursing me out like i was nothing to her. some of the shit she said hurt my feelings. 


"Can you please take me the fuck home," she snapped. 


"im taking you i can't believe this is how you represent yourself and our son like, my god have you no shame," i shouted!!! 


"BOY FUCK YOU," she snapped making me chuckle. "WHERE DID YOU EVEN COME FROM IS THE REAL QUESTION. AND WHY HE LET YOU SNATCH ME UP LIKE THAT " 


"BECAUSE THAT NIGGA DONT GIVE AF ABOUT YOU," i snapped and she quickly shut up. 


"Meaning that you do," she asked?


"Duh we share a kid man I'm always look out for your best interest." i told her and she just got silent not another word was said the whole ride to her house. by the time we made it she was already knocked out. i was drunk and didn't feel like driving home so i crashed at her place. 






the next morning.... 


 i woke up the next morning with about 90 missed calls 40 voicemails and 103 text from Tanisha. i jumped up realizing that my stupid ass had spent the night at my baby mama's house. how was i to even explain this shit to her. like i couldn't make this shit make since for nothing in the world. just went to take a shower as i thought of something to say, that wouldn't land my ass in the doghouse for longer than i knew i already was. i finally finished with my shower and when i finally got out Dreka was in full panic mode. 


"You finally up?" 



"OMFG I KNOW I DID NOT COME HOME WITH YOU!!!" SHE shouted scrambling for her phone i just grabbed her trying to calm her down, but she was in full on curse me out mode. i mean i thought last night was bad but she was going off pushing my head. like real deal treating me like a little boy.  


"GIRL CALM YOUR ASS DOWN,"  


"I CAN'T WHEN WE ARE ALL OVER FACEBOOK," she mushed my head slamming her phone into my chest. i grabbed the phone seeing the video of me going up to grab her. tussling with her and her friends and the guy just stood their shocked ass fuck. i scratched my head huffing how the fuck was we going to explain this the whole hood was going to be talking about this. looking from the video i looked like a lovesick baby father. 

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