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I heard a door slam and opened my eyes. Will was back with his boys and now they were being noisy as hell. I checked my phone and saw it was only 11:30 at night.
Ronnie: Look who's up
He laughed and I could tell they been drinking. Andrea sat up and stretched her arms before getting up to go to the bathroom , leaving me alone with the guys.
Me: So how'd it go?
Will snorted and leaned against the counter sipping his beer.
Will: Fucked that nigga up. He can't fight for shit
Me: You didn't hurt him too bad did you?
Ronnie looked over his shoulder at me from his post scavaging through the refrigerator.
Ronnie: Why? I hope he never walks again. Ol' punk ass wanna be thug. Man please
He smacked his lips and went back to looking for something to eat. I didnt say anything else. Will came and sat by me for a second.
Will: You ain't got nothing to worry about sis, we got you
He got up and went back to his initial spot. Andrea walked out of the bathroom and leaned against the counter next to Will, reaching for his beer.
Will: You better get yo own
Andrea: Let me get some, I just want a sip
Will lifted the bottle above his head laughing; Andrea was like 5'6 and Will was like 6'6. Andrea punched him in his side and he laughed, then bent down to kiss her.
Andrea: can I please have some?
She put on her puppy dog eyes and put her head down. Will rolled his eyes and handed her his bottle.
Andrea: thanks
She walked away smiling and sat back down next to me
Will: ain't this a bitch? Sip my ass. Nigga close my refrigerator door.
He threw the dish rag hanging off the stove at Ronnie.
Ronnie: man im hungry though, for real
He rubbed his stomach and walked slowly around the kitchen. I swear he was a fat dude trapped in a skinny person's body. He was at most three inches shorter than Will, and he looked like he weighed 150 pounds. He had skinny person's muscles. He's cute I have to admit, skin tone like caramel. I got a thing for brown skins...what am I thinking I'm still with Ty.
Andrea: you doing it again
Me: doing what?
Andrea: zoning out, I can see it I need your eyes.
She sat Indian style on the couch and grabbed the remote off the arm of the couch. I looked over at Ronnie and then lowered my voice to a whisper.
Me: can I ask you something?
Andrea: what's up?
Me: what's up with Ronnie?
She looked at me, rolled her eyes and went back to flicking through channels, shaking her head.
Me: what?
Andrea: girl no
Me: I just asked a question
Andrea: all I'm saying is Ronnie is a good dude, and with you having all these fresh open wounds you wouldn't know what to do with him.
Me: did you just basically say that he's too good for me?
I raised one eyebrow and put my hand on my hip.
Andrea: I'm saying he's too good for your situation. You been burned, and until you get over that, you gon burn him too. You might not even want to, but it will happen.
Me: Drea I can handle myself
I was getting irritated. She made it seem like I wanted to marry him
Andrea: apparently not, look where you are now. On my couch, bruises on your face...
She shook her head and sipped her beer.
Me: that liquor's got you actin'
Andrea: Look I'm just trying to be your friend. And as your friend I'm telling you to leave this man alone and focus on you and your baby. Anything you need I got you.
I'd heard enough. Who was she to tell me to leave someone alone? She had a good man. I needed a fresh start, and she needed to support that.
Me: I think ima go home and get some of my stuff. I'll be back.
I got up off the couch, grabbed my purse and walked to the door.
Will: Ronnie go with her
Andrea shook her head and I turned around to face them.
Me: if Ty 's really as hurt as you say he is I'm good. I don't need a chaperone.
I looked at Andrea who rolled her eyes.
Andrea: don't be stupid.
Me: oh so now I'm stupid too? First I'm weak, then I'm toxic, now I'm stupid? Damn maybe I shouldn't have this baby, his mama is all messed up.
The room went quiet and I shook my head, walking out the door making sure I slammed it behind me.
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