SPECIAL AFFAIR: SIX "NEWS OR SOMETHING" 𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦
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I heard you got a man, but who in their right mind letting you out the house alone? Tell me is your house a home? Why you in the club looking like you out to zone? Now be discreet and pull out your phone and put my number in it. Text a nigga when your man leave you unattended.
𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦𓐦
𓊈 TATUM DEJA SPRINGS 𓊉 "TATE"
"He won't come out of the room, he's just sitting there and it's throwing me off." I complained with my vape held tightly in my hand as I paced me and Douda's back patio.
"What? Is he mad at you or something?" Eden questioned through the call, making me shake my head as if she could even see me.
My anxiety was already bad, most of the time that is, but the guilty feeling I felt now made it even worse. Leaving me to overanalyze all of his actions and words, just worried he knew.
"No that's the thing, he's being normal but he's barely talking and he's only getting out of the bed to shower and pee."
"Is he tired?"
"I don't know, Eden. I'm just fucking worried and nervous."
"..." The line went quiet for a little, her confusion being audible through the phone. "Well, why are you nervous? I'm confused."
Glancing around to ensure my lonesome environment, I put my focus back on the call. "I fucked up really bad, Eden. Like really bad."
"Girl what did you do?"
I let the call fall silent as I decided on confessing through iMessage, a deep but trembling sigh leaving my lips once the message was delivered and read.
"Oh... Tatum, this is bad..." She trailed off, getting a low sniffle in response from me. "It's not the kiss that's bad, good for you. But his homie? I'ont get it, you hate Nardo's guts."
"I know, I know, I know," I mumbled repeatedly, fixing my AirPods in my ear. "I was just real vulnerable, you know? I wasn't thinking after I saw the interview. What if Douda knows, Eden?"
"How would he know?"
Wiping my eyes briefly, I continued my pacing with my arms folded tightly. "I don't know, I'm just really scared. I didn't mean to. I was gonna come home and cuss him out about the interview thing but I couldn't even do it, I feel like a slut."
