GRAVITY | KAY FLOCK [DISCONTINUED]

XXXII

August 8, 2020
Sevside

"Have a wonderful evening," the locksmith said as he walked out of my apartment.

"Thank you. You too," I said before I closed the front door and locked it.

I had finally gotten my locks changed. Kay might've thought I was playing about getting my locks changed but I was dead ass serious. That nigga is not coming back in my crib frfr.

I walked into my room and plopped down next to Shani who was sprawled out on my bed.

"Bro that nigga was lowkey taking a long time to change the fucking locks. I thought Flock was going to pop up before he finished and make a fucking scene," Shani said as she set her phone down.

I rolled my eyes and agreed, "Me too. His crazy ass...Nigga still tryna catch me lacking," I laughed.

We've had two whole nights outside, not in the Bronx. Kay thought he was bout to catch me. He's been calling me and Shani with threats but we've just been ignoring his ass. We're gonna let him be in his feelings like he got me in mine.

Shani laughed along with me, "That nigga is tight...And he bout to be even more tight tonight. What are we drinking?" Shani asked.

"Nothing. You know my sleepover with Bree is tonight," I reminded her.

Last week when we went to the park, we arranged to have a sleepover since Kay's mom was going to be at work late today. That's the only reason I'm still at home. If it wasn't already planned, I would've been outside for the third night in a row.

"You're still doing it? I thought you would've canceled," Shani said.

I shook my head 'no'. "Nah. She's like my baby sister. I'm not gonna flake on her just because Kay doesn't know how to act. I love her."

"Aww...Well, we can still pour up when she goes to sleep right?" She asked.

"No. You can pour up. Drinking makes me horny as fuck," I confessed quietly.

She looked me up and down. "It does...Were you really bout to let that blasian bitch eat you out?"

I busted out laughing, "Hell yeah. I was desperate and she was bad. But niggas wanna start shooting and shit." I sucked my teeth as I recalled moments from last night's festivities. "I hate the hood. I didn't even get her number."

"I was so horny that I almost slipped up and drunk texted Kay...He was the best eater," I painfully reminisced. "Fuck," I said under my breath.

Why'd he have to fuck shit up?

Shani gasped and looked at me like I was crazy. "You let his crazy ass eat your pussy? That's why he won't leave you alone. You must got crack in that pussy."

"Shit I guess," I shrugged. "...Imma miss the head though. What am I gonna do Shani?" I whined.

"Just find a new nigga. You had mad niggas asking you for your number. Any of 'em texted you?"

I grimaced at her question. "Hell no. I was giving out fake numbers. Them niggas was either corny, broke, or ugly."

"You're bugging wasn't shit wrong with them niggas...Shit if I didn't have a man, I would've given some of them my number."

"I don't know. They're just not...him. We didn't date for that long but I don't think I'm ready to move on."

"What you mean?" She asked.

"I don't know. My feelings are still hurt. Like I didn't just lose my boyfriend. I lost my best friend too. Every time I see some funny shit my first instinct is to send it to him. But then I remember that we're not together anymore," I reflected sadly as I stared at the ceiling.