CELEBRITY IMAGINES

Ja Morant 2.

I gotta lot of catching up to do soooo, here's part 2. Love you.

"Who's Y/n?" She asked.

"Don't worry bout that" i said throwing my arm over her shoulder

" Nah, you fucking somebody?" She asked moving my arm

Here we go. What's with these women man.

" Mind your business shorty" i told her getting irritated

" You are my business." She said making me snap my head

" Since when? You tripping" i told her

We been done.

" So you don't miss me?" She asked inching closer

"No" i told her matter of factly

Short and straight to the point. Ion want nobody getting no mixed signals. Especially her ass. The irony.

" Boy please i felt how hard you was when we were dancing" she said touching his belt

He looked down at her hand but didn't say nothing.

"Thought so" she smirked grabbing it thru his jeans

"Don't do nothing stupid."

He was hard, but it was the alcohol. It made him horny. His ex was bad, ass fat all that. She knew how to fuck too. But she wasn't Y/N. His dick jumped thinking bout her. He missed her lil ass already.

" lemme call her" he thought to himself

" Nah. Ima be right back" I told my ex heading outside to call Y/n.

"Whats up Ja" A random nigga said

"Whats up man" i said dapping him up

I made my way outside pulling my phone out. I had hella notifications. I guess i had my shit on Do not disturb assum.

[jamorant] person1 mentioned you in a post.
[jamorant] person 2 commented on your post
[jamorant] theshaderoom liked your post
[jamorant] melo and 56,027,722 others liked your post
[jamorant] theshaderoom mentioned you in a post
[jamorant] y/n posted a photo

HER.🩷: ok.
3 missed calls from HER.🩷
1 voicemail message from HER.🩷
HER.🩷: Bet.

I was confused. I aint even know she had called me. I played the voicemail she left.

" So you can't answer yo phone cause you out with yo ex bitch. Stay there lame ass nigga. Im changing my locks too, keep them bed bugs over there."

"What the fuck?"

I called her back. Voicemail twice. I text her but my shit aint deliver. I know she aint block me. I sent that shit as a SMS.

JA: Man call me back.

I opened Instagram seeing all the shit with my ex i had been tagged in tonight.

"What the fuck" i said to myself still scrolling

I aint care bout that shit. They make up shit about a nigga everyday. I clicked Y/N page to see what she had posted.