Work In Progress

24: Complicated

Qua POV
2 Months Later
School is back and shit is the same.
"Bitch, Nate is looking for you, and he's mad."
"He's mad at me every week, so what?"
"There he go."
"Shut up Nic!" An angry, but sexy Nate came around the corner, I just rolled my eyes.
"Hello." I asked as if he didn't look like he wanted to punch the shit out of me.
"Wassup? Yeah, wassup? Fuck a damn wassup! What is your problem?!"
"Nah nigga, fuck your problem?!"
"You! You walk around here with this fuck boy like you ain't got no respect for me!"
"Who a fuck boy? You!?"
"You funny, but you over here with Khalil."
"I ain't even fuckin with him but even if I was, why the fuck do you care?!"
"Cause you need me! Remember that!"
"I don't need your punk ass! You ain't shit!"
"Let's see if you don't need me after you need yo bills paid! Let's see if you don't need me when this bitch come back for yo ass! Let's see if you don't need my ass through this pregnancy! Let's just fucking see!"
"We'll see bitch and I don't know who the hell tellin you shit but they wrong, I ain't pregnant. Even if I was, you wouldn't be even know!"
"Back yo little ass up!"
"Don't fuckin touch me. I'm allergic to fuck boys!"
"Oh you claim I'm a fuck boy, but look me dead in my motherfuckin eye and tell me, you don't love." I stood there with my arms crossed because I'm not lying.
"Exactly now get in the fuckin car." He whispered in my ear.

Don't even get me wrong, I ain't scared of him and he ain't the boss of me, but I unconditionally love that man even though he's sometime a tampon up the ass, but there's nothing I can do about the fact that my heart won't listen to my mind and I'm stuck in quicksand and don't know the right thing to do. This love shit is complicated.

Sooo. It was a nice journey and that's the end. Byeee