Eric Harden had his whole life mapped out since the day he was born and never strayed from that path. Until Gavin Adams walked into his life and awoke feelings in him that he never even knew existed.
And now he was expected to just forget about it a...
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Tyler must've noticed how antsy and irritated I was because he kept asking me was I good.
"Yeah, bro. I'm just tired." I lied. I wasn't tired at all and after my shower I was more than awake. Two things were occupying my mind heavy right now. One was Gavin and two, was Christian nosey ass.
"Facts."
"The fuck you mean 'facts'? You was flirting with Ciani the whole time while I was moving shit!" I followed him right into the kitchen, "You know what, food ain't enough. I deserve cash fucking money."
I opened my palm towards him and he just swatted it down. "Like you wasn't talking to Sin the whole time." Turns out my feeling was right because Ciani was definitely the friend Sinjae was talking about.
"And you dropped mad shit." Tyler scoffed, walking off. Just sassy.
That's true and I don't care, oh fucking well. She got money to replace the shit I broke. It wasn't like it was anything important, just two lamps and like a box of plates. Really it was Sinjae ass tryna play around so much while I was holding shit.
"We can wait til the girls get here to smoke. I'm just bout to shower and change right quick." Tyler left, stomping up the stairs.
Well, now I'm alone in this nigga's kitchen. I tiptoed to the stairs and listened out for the shower to turn on. When it finally did I knew I was in the clear.
More the half the day was gone and it was getting dark outside. Yet, I still ain't heard from this nigga? Yeah aight. I called three times while I was home and got no answer, so I'm bout to call him again.
It rang and rang mad times before going to voicemail. Bro if my question made him that mad all he had to say was no. Not like I really gave given a fuck. I was just asking to be funny.
Unless he said yeah, then I'd be dead serious.
I tried him again and this time it went directly to voicemail.
"I know this nigga ain't block me..." If he did that was wild because I ain't even do shit. Not that I know of at least.
Clicking off that screen, I went back to our messages and I lowkey started feeling embarrassed. Seven texts were sent after the one from last night, all ignored. The delivered notice under them let me know that I wasn't blocked when I sent it, he was just choosing not to text me back. I sent another one, just an emoji, to check and I waited.
It delivered.
So I'm not blocked. Good, because I'd hate to have to beat his ass. But still the fuck did I do to be getting this silent treatment? We got pass this blocking and ignoring shit months ago and agreed not to do it anymore so why do the shit now.
