"thank you for taking me home, andre." i smiled as i got out of the car. "of course. bye dreya." he smirked.
before you ask, yes we did.🤣
i walked inside my house and went straight to my room.
missed call from lone🖤
4+ messages from lone🖤
lone🖤
wya?
did you leave ??
yoooo😐
bro dreya where you at?
answer my call andreya
why tf you just disappear ?????
this nigga really think i'm finna answer his calls nd shit? he got the wrong bitch. i never felt so mad in my life. i didn't even want to look at him. the feeling of betrayal began to take over my body. how could he apologize to me and then turn around and do that shit?
i don't even care that we're not in a real relationship, at the end of the day he broke my trust. he could've at least got a cute girl.🙄
i changed into sleep clothes and threw myself onto my bed. i slowly drifted off to sleep.
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"andreya!" i could hear my mom calling me from downstairs. i groaned and tried to ignore it.
"andreya your friend is here, he said he needs to talk to you." my mom busted into my room. "ughhhh!" i dragged myself out of bed.
i walked downstairs and to my surprise, there was bobby sitting on my couch. i glared at him and he had a concerned and confused look on his face.
"come outside." i mumbled and we both went out to my front yard.
"what do you want?" i said crossing my arms. "where'd you go last night andreya?" he said in a worried tone. "like you care." i mumbled.
"what?" he furrowed his eyebrows. "wHaT? nigga you heard me." i mocked him. "andreya what's wrong?"
"what's wrong? let's start with the fact that i saw you talkin to some other bitch last night at the party. oh and i saw you guys go into a room last night. tf were y'all doin in there huh?" i raised my voice.
"it's not even like that andreya. you trippin rn." he said. "ok then how is it? cause by the looks of it, y'all were fuckin. the bitch was literally askin you why you haven't answered her calls."
"she's just a friend."
that sentence made me even more angry. "nigga y'all ain't just fuckin friends. you was standin there talkin bout some 'my bad shordy' like stop fuckin lyin." i said pointing in his face.
"you need to calm down." he said grabbing my wrist. "tf off me." i said yanking my hand back, "i'm done wit you bro. don't call me, don't text me, don't even try to talk to me at school either." i said before walking back into my house. i went straight up to my room and swung the door closed.
i could hear a car starting up from outside. i looked out the window and saw lone drive away. that's when everything set in. we just got on good terms again and now look what happened.
i felt a large lump form in my throat and my eyes started to burn. 'fuck no i'm not about to cry over this boy.'
i fought back the tears and got back into my bed.
