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GOODMORNING KHALIK, i said as i walked out of my bathroom in my room to be surprised with him sitting on my bed, holding a bowl of cereal eating it. after the funeral yesterday, the vibes with everyone have been off which is understandable, but it was different with khalik honestly, i'm not sure what his problem is. "and can you not eat in here? cause i'm not tryna' mess anything u-" "shut the fuck up, i'm not in here to play." he said in a stern tone, the only reason i won't go off is because i wanna see what has him so fucked up. "so who the fuck is jamari?" he asked walking up to me. "jamari's a dude i've been spending time with back at school, we chill, that's it, why?" i said raising an eyebrow at him. "y'all fucking?" he said looking down at me, clenching his jaw. "no" i lied. "why the fuck you lying?" he said staring me directly in my eyes, i forgot he used to date me so he knows when i'm lying.
"you know i hate that shit, you not gon do nun but piss me the fuck off." he said with his voice booming across the room. "lower your voi-"
"i don't give a fuck if they hear me!" he yelled as didn't break eye contact with me. "why are you questioning me about what i'm doing and better yet how do you even know he exists?" i asked looking up at him with a "gotcha" look.
"don't fuckin' worry bout' that, what you need to be worried about is you tryna fix shit with me but you over here fuckin' around with this basketball nigga who posting bitches on you." he spat, his voice laced with venom.
"excuse me?" i said really only worried about the last part. "oh, ya lil' ball playa' got a girlfriend." he said pulling out his phone & showing me a video of him sitting down and a bitch with blue hair sitting on his lap kissing him, im not in love so i won't say i'm heartbroken. but i'm a bit hurt
"khalik, get out. i gotta get ready for our flight." i said walking back into the bathroom, him following me. "cmon bean, that nigga clearly played you, you don't need him- you got me." he said kissing on my neck, my weak spot.
"you miss me bean?" he said slithering his hands around my waist and rubbing me. "yo' skin always been so soft." he whispered as he catered to my body. "khalik, please." i pleaded as tears began to run down my face.
from me being played by jamari to khalik being stuck in his toxic ways, i just felt a wave of emotions come over me, i'm sad but i still want love, i want attention. "you love me?" he whispered as he started to kiss me with those soft lips of his.
"always." i replied, breathing in his intoxicating scent, i could feel the lust take over me, khalik always knew what to do to get me going. "good, cause i'll never stop loving you, come up outta these shorts."
TEN HOURS LATER
"now departing flight 884." the flight attendant announced as we entered the airport rolling our luggage beside us, walking out of the building and into the parking lot where we left our cars. "so angel, that birthday tomorrow what we doinnnn." megan asked as she started to twerk and the other girls hyped her up.
"honestly i don't even know, i think we can just chill in one of our rooms i don't even feel like doing anything big this year." i said still king of bummed out about the news khalik broke to me. "i mean, that's fine but at least let's go out to a club or sumthin' i mean damn." nadine spoke up, chewing her gum aggressively.
"yeah, that's cool." i said closing my trunk and getting in my car to start it up. we all drove back to campus and went our seperate ways to unpack so we could regroup tonight.
walking into my room and it being in the same state i left it in is so refreshing to me, stepping on a jersey that i know damn well isn't mine i instantly roll my eyes knowing it's jamari's and he'll be back for it, ruined my whole mood that was already ruined honestly.
*PING!
mari🥺🧸: yo
me: ?
mari🥺🧸: i left my jersey there?
me: you did.
*incoming facetime call*
FUCK! can i not catch a damn break? i really don't feel like seeing him right now and of course he's calling me because there's a basketball game tonight so i guess he needs it to play because he wasn't so worried about it when he was fucking me.
"yes" i said as soon as i answered, i made sure to add a little stank on it so he knows he got me fucked up, "what's yo probl- whatever man, ion got time right now, i'm on this side of campus so i'm finna come get my jersey cause i got a game tonight and i can't play without it." he said sternly before hanging up.
well shit.
about ten minutes later i heard a knock on my door, i had music playing while i was unpacking so i didn't hear it for real until he knocked like he was the police. i opened the door to be met with a brown skin girl with long black hair- the bitch from the video, she clearly just changed her hair. "hi, i'm kamara, jamari wanted me to come get his jersey?" she said expecting me to give it to her.
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KAMARA NELSON!
not saying shit to her, i handed her the jersey and closed my door and instantly texted him , im livid, seeing he already sent me a text..
mari🥺🧸: sum came up so i sent my friend kamara to get it
me: don't be sending your little whores to come get shit from my room. read at 6:45 pm
cool.
*PING !
myhottie🤞🏾🌈: bby, we going to the game tonight before we go out for your birthday is that cool ? if so did you wanna tag along or you not feeling it ?
i swear to god i'll kill myself right here right now.
me: yeah that's fine girl
it seems like i just can't get away from this nigga 💔
listen, don't kick my ass i know it's been a minute.. but i'm about to start being more active bc i wanna know where ima end up taking this story.
