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"Nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you." Kaleb looked at me.
"I'm not finna let my name get dragged like that. I didn't grab that girl like that and everybody making up they own assumptions. I been letting people say shii and i been quiet but now that i say some it's a problem?" I asked.
"You "speaking up" ain't doing shit but making it worse cause they think you sayin' she cheated wit the dude in the parking lot." He said.
"I don't care." I said dryly. "The way shit happened that's what it seem like." I shrugged.
"Bruh what the fuck." Kaleb sighed. "If she ain't say nothing why you respond to that comment anyways- I just told you why, That's the only thing i said." I said.
"What lead up to all that?" He asked.
"I found out that the same nigga flew her out the time when she wasn't tryna talk to me. And she saw him when she was in L.A after London, and she was just there for another three days." I said.
"How you find that out?" He asked.
"Don't worry bout it." I mumbled. "But i wasn't finna say something bout that until she started coming at me as soon as I walked into the studio." I said.
"Cause of that video?" He asked.
"Yeah, but they get paid to do that- nigga that wasn't a stripper though that was a bottle girl it's a difference." He cut me off.
"You brushed other hoes off before when Serayah wasn't in yo presence so what was the difference few days ago?" He asked.
"Did you do some wit that girl after y'all left?" He asked. "Nigga..."
"When we got in the car she tried to give me head." I said.
