"Yes, he pissed me off so bad," Michaela said, sitting on her bed. She was facetiming Ebony & Imani.
"He said you were overreacting?" Imani asked, lowering her head in the camera. She was in disbelief. "Me busting his windows and tires would be considered overreacting, but I digress."
"We should most definitely do something bad to him. I don't know what, but something bad," Ebony said nodding, like she was making a plan. Michaela laughed, shaking her head.
"He got serious when I said that we should break up, does that mean he cares? He better fucking care," Michaela asked and answered her own question. Her friends laughed at her.
"I think he cares," Imani said, walking around Adonis' kitchen. She was cooking for him & Naomi. "MINE DON'T CARE SINCE THEY GOT ME COOKING LIKE A SLAVE," Imani yelled, loud enough so that they could hear.
"He ain't got no choice but to care," Ebony said, sitting in the passenger seat of Idris' car. She and Idris had went to the store, but she didn't go in. "I'd murder him."
"I'd fucking hel-," Imani started, but had screamed. Her friends saw her climb on the island as Adonis came into the camera. They heard Naomi and Imani yelling incoherent words in the background.
"Imani gone talk to y'all later," Adonis said to them, hanging up the phone. They looked in the camera silently, before laughing.
"Well that was kinda fucking rude," Michaela said, as she rolled her neck. She got a call from Nassir, she declined. "He calling me, what do I do?"
"Either answer or don't. Let him make it up to you bitchhh, get that make up zickkk," Ebony said, looking at something in front of her.
"We never even fucked Ebony, I was holding out," Michaela said, scratching her neck. Ebony started clapping her hands.
"Oh girl, he gone fuck you uppp," she laughed, falling back in her seat. "But here comes Idris. Let that man talk to you and I love you."
"I Love you too," Michaela said, nodding her head. The call ended, as another call came in.
"Hello," she answered.
"Stop declining my calls and open the door," Nassir said to her, knocking on her door.
"I was on the phone with my friends, and hold on," Michaela said with an attitude, she didn't like his tone. She got up from her bed, walking downstairs.
She hung up, pulling the door open. They held eye contact, as he walked past her into the house. "What are you looking at?" she asked, locking the door.
"I can't look at you no more?" he asked, walking up the stairs behind her. She laughed intently, crossing her arms.
"No, cause I be over reacting," Michaela said, sitting at the edge of her bed. He looked at her, closing the bedroom door behind him.
"Michaela just stop talking about it bro, cause we are not breaking up," Nassir said, looking at her seriously. She rolled her eyes, getting off the bed.
She got up, looking for her roku remote. He watched her move around her room. She found it, before cutting her light off.
"I just like expressing my feelings, that's all. And I can't get over something unless I talk about it all day," Michaela said, sitting on her bed crossing her legs.
He sat at the edge of her bed, grabbing her feet. Nassir grabbed her ankle pulling it, before starting to massage her feet. "You can talk about it as long as you want to baby, just not tonight tho."
"Not tonight tho? I can talk-," she started, but stopped when he got up pushing her legs off his lap. She stood up on the bed quick as fuck.
"Nassir I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. You gone respect my mind or die from lead shower," Michaela aggressively said, stepping off the bed. She walked up in his face, pushing her chest against his.
