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𝘈𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳
"I'm having a little something at my place tonight. I want you to come through," I said to Bre while on the phone. I was under the hood of one of my custom cars, tinkering with it. Bre had been distant since finding out about me getting locked up and shit. I feel like she doesn't believe me.
"I have plans tonight," she responded, catching me off guard. "Plans? With who?" I asked, curiously. She never goes anywhere.
"Just Tiara, we're going to dinner," Bre replied while I got in the car.
"Oh, what time?" I asked, starting my car's engine and getting out, leaning against it.
"Around 7:30, I think," she said.
"Well, come through after, baby. I want to see you. I'll come get you if I have to," I insisted.
"I'll see, Aubrey. I'll let you know later, okay?" she replied.
"Okay," I muttered, closing the hood. Juice came over, holding a rim. "Baby, call me back. I gotta put Juice's rims on," I said.
"Okay, I'll call you around 5 or 6 to let you know what I'm doing," she promised.
"Okay, cool," I acknowledged before we both hung up.
"Damn," I muttered, tucking my phone into my pocket. Now I was in my head. What the fuck do I do?
"Bro, should I do these rims or the ones that came in yesterday?" Juice asked, but I wasn't paying him any attention. Bre was definitely treating me differently now. I was trying to find ways to apologize and make things right, but she wasn't having any of it. I bought her a few gifts but she would just try to give them back. Shit like that didn't phase her That's what I liked about her, she didn't care about any of that shit I brought for her. She wasn't materialistic at all.
"Are you even here?" Juice's voice brought me back some.
"Huh?" I turned to him, still lost in thought.
"I asked if I should put these rims on or the ones that came in yesterday?" he repeated.
"Man, who said you were getting the new ones? Those rims aren't even on display yet," I said with a smirk.
"Aubrey, don't fuck with me. You said I could!" Juice exclaimed, ready to storm off. This nigga could be a little bitch sometimes
"Whatever, man! You better work extra hard in the summer to earn them! Bring them out so I can get started," I said, hopping into my car and moving it.
Later that day, I had just stepped out of the shower. I had stayed at the shop longer because Juice had decided, after I put three rims on, that he wanted to switch back to the original ones. That little nigga really pissed me off.
