I was getting food at the grocery store where I didn't know that I was being followed by a certain pest. That pest is Travis kelce. I knew this pest wouldn't get over me after the hell he caused on Valentine's Day. I grabbed some pasta from the shelf when I hear that ugly voice. "I see your surviving." He said as I smiled amused and turning around. "Surviving what? The Taylor apocalypse?" I said smiling amused Turing around seeing his ugly ass. "What do you want county boy?" I asked. "I've been hearing things." He said. "Like what?" I said smiling. "You Roman and Jimmy are in a throuple." He said. "Not that I owe you an explanation but I've been fucking Jimmy and Roman." I said as he looked at me with a pain of hurt knowing he's never going to get this cookie. "You want me to go into details since you wanna be all in my mix?" I asked. "I don't wanna hear it spare me." He said. "That's a fucking lie." I said smiling. "What's this the tribal king gave you the boost of dick and confidence you need gnat Jimmys not giving you?" He said. "They both do. In case you forgot baby. The bloodline welcomed me with open arms and legs." I said smiling. "Your biases are showing he's a niners fan." He said. "Got nothing to do with it. Roman wanted to take a bite of me and he did." I said smiling amused at him. "Explain this to me. Why is it Taylor has done more to help me get some more brand deals but isn't helping her bff Britney?" I said. "What are you talking about?" He asked confused. "I just landed a Marc Jacobs deal." I said smiling. "Ain't that something?" I said smiling. "Congratulations." He said rolling his eyes. "Awww I know it hurts that you will be seeing more of me knowing I'll get the dick hard without doing much." I said as he rolled his eyes. "You know what's even more sad? Taylor is going to the bottom of the barrel to be finding someone like you. A wannabe black white boy with a fade who can barley hold an intellectual conversation with someone of minor substance who 20 years from now is going to be chasing after girls in their 20s hoping to recapture any from companionship. You may have Super Bowl rings you may have money but that only goes so far to anyone with a brain. Kayla god bless her was lucky to get out at the right time dealing with the likes of you." I said as he stood there. "Who made you the queen of all knowing? Are you miss cleo you can see the future?" He said. "I can see what's going to happen when the fame fades and you and Taylor are no longer together however long that maybe from now." I said. I go toe to toe with big bitches all the time only difference is I'm a pitbull in booty shorts and Jordan's. "Don't talk about Kayla." He said. "Why am I not going to talk about my friend? Did I bruise you ego that bad Travis? Its ok to admit your a glutton for punishment that's why your in the media for faking your relationship." I said getting my cart. "Now if you will excuse me. I have a real man to get back to. See you." I said before he stopped me from leaving. "Your pathetic sleeping with another woman's husband." He said. "Coming from a known cheater that's comical. Matter of fact you look like the type of bitch Roman's wife would sleep with. Now either you move or I'll black both of your eyes like I did in New York." I said gruffly before he moved. "This will be even sweet when I get his ass over a fucking barrel." I said paying for the groceries
