His Girlfriend

"An ASS-HOLE" ⛓️

Megan POV

Trey: so you can't change it man??" he snapped loudly on the phone.

Trey: I asked you to do that shit yesterday nigga!" he yelled, making me look up at him. I sat up on the lounge chair as he paced outside his pool area.

Trey: Fuck it nigga, I got it." he spit. Hanging up the phone, he plopped down next to me as I slowly closed my notebook.

Me: You okay?" I asked. He didn't answer me, instead he leaned back in the chair and stared into nothing.

Me: Trey?"

Trey: What Megan." he snarled looking over at me.

Me:..are you okay?-"

Trey: didn't you just ask me that?" he snapped as I reared my head back.

Me: Yeah-."

Trey: and did I answer?"

Me: No but-."

Trey: mane alright then, don't keep asking me the same shit if I deliberately ignored you." he spit.
Scoffing, I shook my head as his disrespect.

He has been very edgy lately and hasn't shared why, nonetheless, cussing at me and being rude to me was no excuse.

Me: Fine, you can sit out here by yourself." I mumbled as I gathered my things off the lounge chair. I fixed my bathing suit, pulling out my wedgie as he watched.

He sighed deeply as he read the discomfort on my face sitting up, he tried to reach for me as I pulled away.

Me: No, move." I snapped grabbing my iPad.

Grabbing my wrist, I tried to yank it out of his grip. Sensing my anger, he jerked me towards him. I tripped over my sandal, falling into his lap as he glared at me.

Trey: can you chill." he said as I tried to get him off.

Me: No, I want you to get off of me." I sassed. I popped his hand making him smirk. His smirk made me giggle inside as I tried to get off of him.

Me: Don't laugh, it's not funny." I smiled small. His grip around my wrist loosened as he grinned now.

Trey: you trying to get away from me is funny." he teased as I popped him again.

Me: it shouldn't be. Your being an ass today so I want to get away from you." I said as he raised his eyebrows.

Trey: ooo, an ass?" he shocked.

Me: hole, an ASS-HOLE." I defined. He laughed as he sat back in the chair, rubbing my hips that puddled outside the lining of my bathing suit.

Trey: you lucky you look good, I would have choked yo ass." he threatened as he gestured to my neck. I pushed his hand away from me as he smirked.

Trey: I can't touch you?" he laughed.

Me: No." I said.

Me: You we're rude to me, you can't be rude and then touch me." I pouted. Sighing, he rubbed his beard as his thoughts tangled his mind.

Me: what is going on with you?" I asked as he looked away.

Me: You been real rude lately." I said. His eyes softened as he rubbed my thigh.

Trey: I apologize for being rude to you." he said looking at me.

Trey: it wasn't my intent to be an asshole as you so nicely put it." he joked.

Me: I only called you that because it's been nonstop rudeness from you. What's wrong?" I asked again.

The question seemed to bother him as every time I asked him he would fidget or look away.