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games we play 2

i was on my way to onikas house, chill as hell. just trynna see how they doing since it's been about two weeks since i been by. ever since she punched me i haven't went over there. only cause i was pissed. like sooo pissed.

she punched me in my fucking jaw...

but i'm over it now, i don't even wanna think about it anymore. because then i'll get mad again. nope. all i wanna do is see my family.

yes my family, i don't care that we aren't together. at the end of the day, i see her with a nigga, it's over with. somebody getting hurt. and if she see me with somebody...imma get that punch again. but i'm not dumb enough to be public with what i do like her.

she don't even gotta see me with another girl, just let her think. if she so much as dream about it i'm getting yelled at. but that's the thing about us just fucking around. i can straight ignore her ass which will sometimes make her go crazy and piss me off.

but it's cool. we just in a moment. it'll all get back good when we stop hoeing around. i hate her ass right now though. i love her too. it's complicated.

going up to the door i knocked on it a couple times. i could see movement through the glass and knew it was my her small ass. she just walking right past, back and forth. i started knocking harder and harder every time she walked away.

soon she opened it and i mushed myself in. damn she childish as fuck. just like to make me mad as if it's a joke.

"you get on my fucking nerves."

"so. why you here?"

"i can't come see my family now?"

"family? girl you should've thought about that years ago."

"man chill out. where my kids?"

"sleep. it's nap time. i got company so you gotta go."

"girl don't play with me. what nigga you got here?"

"ain't no-" i put my hand in her face and started to walk around myself. she was right behind me, trying to stop me by pulling my arm. ain't none of that gonna work and she know this. "stopppp."

"let me go onika. cause i'm finna tear this bitch up if you got a nigga in here."

"please?" she pouted and i turned to her. for her to never want me to kill a nigga over her, she sure do try me a lot. why have a nigga here anyways? "i'll make him leave. you just stay right here."

"bullshit." i mugged her. she must be crazy, i'm finna wreck some shit. i'll let her bring him out on her own though, i won't go looking. she sighed heavily and went downstairs to the bottom part of the house while i stayed in the living room. i sat on the couch to wait and when they came up, i moved towards them quick.

she put her hand up just as fast, knocking me back by my chest just enough so i couldn't hit him. damn man.

"don't bring yo ass back over here unless you wanna die." i see him in the streets it's over with.

"damn. i ain't know shorty was already with somebody." he surrendered trying to avoid walking past me. scary looking ass; she just be fucking with people. this nigga look like he wouldn't pick up a gun a day in his life. sassy bitch.

"i'm not with anyone. just go."

"i'll hit you later."

"ok." she let him out and locked the door. i walked her into the corner as soon as she was back in. deep down she got me fucked up but i know i do my dirt too so i chilled some. just a bit. "bey-"

"you fucking him?"

"no-" i grabbed her neck and made her look in my eyes. she be lying like a motherfucker. her lip went in her mouth as she whined some. the truth better be the only thing coming out her mouth.