our imagination | kay flock (redone)

017.

10:30am. 📍kay's house .

"wit yo delusional ass" he got out of the bed . "leave then bitch" i shouted . "shut the fuck up ho" he picked up his shit and walked out of my room.

"im gonna fuck up your life bitch" i shouted waiting for a reaction. "let's be honest i've already fucked up yours ." he shrugged .

"GET THE FUCK OUT" i shouted . "ight bitch don't call me no mo" he laughed . "i won't trust me" i screamed , "aight muddy" he walked out.

ugh.

two days before :

"mel baby" i called Melanie . "what" she said yawning . "get up bro" i laughed . "staying my ass in my bed gangsta . "fat ass" i ended the call debating what i should do .. hm .

i put on my essential tracksuit. "hm grey or black" i said out loud . "black" cam walked in with a knocks in his hand. "chill with that gang" i laughed . "you not about it ma you not" he laughed waving it around . "goofy ahh" i shut my door pushing him out.

incoming phone call : kayflock

kay: maria

me: what?

kay: come see me ma

me: hm no thanks

kay: you buggin word

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i ended the phone so quick . time to move on from this nigha .

"where's my keys bro" i screamed . "bitch ion kno" i heard behind me. i turned fast . "fuck are you doing here ."

he stared in my eyes . "mm" he said walking past . weirdo.

"dougieeee" cam came shouting . right that's his name .. right .

i went outside zipping up my jacket. "maria" there he was .. standing there .

"kay."  i stuttered . "let's fix this shits bro" he said.

ik what ur thinking. what's wrong with Maria . EVERYTHING .

"kay....really?" i was genuinely thinking.

i could take him back .. fuck man .

"i'm serious ma" he said walking closer .

"when you show me you serious".

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well that's how he ended up in ma bed. "CAM" i screamed .

he ignored .

i put on my hoodie and random joggers. "lemme go get some coffe" i picked up my phone , keys and purse .

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it was quiet this morning , more than usual but i ain't complaining .

there was a man , tall dark and handsome "sorry darling" he said . british..

"shit you from london?" i said . "yes actually" he watched mt whole body then back at my face . "i like british accents" i said " forreal" he said unsure . "they sexy" i licked my lips .

fuck even flirting ain't the same nomore .

"NEXT" the angry women shouted towards us. this bitch buggin.

i walked over to the counter .  "whatchu want" she kissed her teeth.

"i ain't jackin this at all." i laughed .

she screwed me once more getting a man to replace her.

"sorry, how can i help you?" he said "caramel frappe" i said not even in the mood to chat it up.

"right away , what's your name" he said . "maria" i flashed a slight smile .

"oh my gosh that's mariakillia" i heard a group on 14/13 year olds whispering behind me .

"yes in the flesh" i smiled revealing my dimples . "yeo can we take a pic" one of the girls said . "let's do it mami" i said excitedly .