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"These pants are cute and everything, but there squeezing my stomach. I'm too thick," I said, shaking my head in disbelief.
I giggle and look to the side for any sense of amusement but I get nothing.
We're at DayVon's house and since the phone call, he's been in a bad mood.
The car was silent the ride here, the only thing heard was the music he allowed me to play.
Since then I've been trying to cheer him up and saying things to him and laugh but nothing happens.
He either slightly nods or ignores me completely. I promise anything said on the phone call was never that serious that you need to ignore me.
I look at him for another minute, hoping he'll do something yet there's nothing.
I kiss my teeth and leave the living room to find something to wear. Still, then, DayVon says nothing, he doesn't even ask where I'm going.
I ignore him ignoring me and go to his room. Going into his room, I find it neat and smelling good, the only problem is that the smell has a hint of weed.
I stroll around his room, trying to get used to it, hoping I'll be in here more often.
I walk to his closet and turn on the lights to see a seven by ten-foot closet, with several cabinets and drawers.
I looked around in admiration, he had various clothes from hoodies up to suits but in repetitive colors. Black, dark blues, grey, white, and hints of red and yellow.
I started to find something comfortable to wear, I found grey sweatpants and a white wife beater.
Putting on the clothes I knew the sweatpants would be big, I had to fold them 2 times.
The wife beater fit fairly well, especially around my breast area. I was quite cautious about them because I didn't like my breast size.
It also didn't help that I hadn't worn a bra today and my nipples were hard and showing through the beater.
I tried to press them down with my finger but they kept on showing maybe even harder but I still tried.
I continued this for a few minutes until I felt a presence behind me.
I turn around and see DayVon, he has his hair up low eyes, and his shirt off.
I was startled for a second and was going to speak but I remember him ignoring me, so I said nothing.
"Fuck wrong witchu baby," he mumbled, his voice deep and raspy.
As much as I wanted to respond, I refrained and brought my attention to my phone.
