Chapter 2- G

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Opening boxes trying to get settled in I heard a knock at the door. Looking through the peephole I see it's my girlfriend Sheena. As I opened the door she barged In."What the fuck took you so long to answer the door? You must got a bitch in here or something" she whined. As I'm closing the door I see who I assume is my neighbor jogging down the street. Couldn't quite catch her face but her body... chef kiss!!!

I hurriedly closed the door because I knew I was finna have to put up with Sheena shit. "G I know you hear me talking to you. What the fuck took so long?"

Me and Sheena be together for about a year and a half. I met her at one of my clubs. It started as just us linking but it grew into something more. After that I couldn't get rid of her. She always on my ass about something and that shit get annoying.

"Girl don't you see I'm unpacking? Ion even know nobody that lives over here while you sitting up there tripping" I yelled back. "Them folks just dropped off the last of my stuff, that's why I ain't let you move in with me right there, your damn mouth" I said knowing I was pushing her buttons.

" I'm sorry G, you know how I get when it comes to you." She whined. I'm definitely about fed up with her. She too jealous even when i tell her I'm only fucking her it's always something. "I hear you" I said in a bored tone.

It took an hour but I finally get most of my things put away. " you want breakfast?" I ask Sheena. She look at me crazy and say " Nawl ima go get brunch with my girls, can you give me some money. I hate when she do that shit. I give her the money anyway cause I want her out my way.

As she goes upstairs to get herself decent to leave, I start taking  out things to cook. I soak my fruit so that I can cut them. And even though I shouldn't sometimes I soak them in a little sugary glazed so that they are sweeter when I get ready to eat. As I reach in the cabinet I realize I'm out. I grab my keys to go to the store and as I open the door, I see her stepping inside her house slamming the door.

Oh God this must be my sign!

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