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lil daddy: you can watch june for me? i gotta handle sum
me: yea , what time?
lil daddy: i gotta get in da shower den imma bring him
me: okay
i pull my cover away from my body swinging my feet off the bed and into my crocs. i've been up since 9 and it's now 11 so i might as well go to store and get some snacks for june.
i throw on my jacket checking over my outfit, i was in some pajama shorts. "it'll work," i mumble to myself, im only going down the street, i grab my keys and phone heading to the door.
i get on the elevator waiting for it to reach ground level, "bitch," i hear behind me and see benji's baby mama. i ignore it rolling my eyes and keep it pushing.
ain't finna entertain her.
"that bitch think she all that cause she fuck wit my baby daddy, whole time we ain't ever gone leave each other alone," she laughs loudly and i shake my head.
once im almost out the door i hear her say, "she a scary ass lil bitch," she yells making my head turn. "i been letting you off, but call me out my name one more time nd imma dead pop you in yo shit," i grit out.
"you ain't gone do nothing," she keeps talking, "come a little closer and imma show you the nothing imma do," she stalks towards me getting in my face. "like i said bitch-," boom.
i punch her square in her jaw making her fall over, "mmcht whatchu crying for?," i roll my eyes. "imma tell benji nd watch he drop yo ass like a fly," she sobs and i shake my head.
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i hear knocks on my door and i groan pausing my show while setting down my cookie dough ice cream, i get up pulling the wedgie out my ass going to the door.
i open it and benji pushes past me with june behind him, "dang no hey," i mumble closing the door. "go to the room june, hmm," he hands him his ipad and he runs off to the back.
"hey," i scrunch my face seeing him eye me, "you punched my baby mama," he states looking at me strangely. "ion know why you lookin at me like that she been picking so i gave her what she wanted," i shrug sitting on the couch.
"whatchu stooping down to her level for?," he asks sitting beside me, "she was calling me out my name, talking bout yall ain't ever gone leave each other alone and if you wanna go be with her gio please go," i grumble out.
"don't nobody want her bird ass, nd i understand why you did it," he says making me nod, "but at the same time you gotta ignore her dumbass, she the type to press charges nd allat," he says.
"ignore her? how imma ignore her when she got some type of problem with me?," i ask looking at him crazy, "i don't know tana, just leave it be imma handle it i gotta go," he says when his phone starts blowing up.
"imma be back at 1," he says making me mug him, ian gone lie i slick gotta attitude. "fix yo face," he says getting up and standing on top of me, "go benji," i mumble grabbing my blanket.
"benji?," he asks looking at weird, "yea benji you got shit to do goodbye," i dismiss him. he looks at me a little longer before nodding going to the back, he walks back in the living room in front of me.
"you blocking my show," i roll my eyes grabbing my ice cream from around him, in seconds his hand was around my neck making me look up at him and i roll my eyes.
"lose yo fucking attitude yo, i'm not playing witcho ass i said imma handle it," he says before pecking my lips 3 times and walking out the door.
"he get on my nerves," i mumble sticking my spoon in my ice cream, i hear little footsteps coming from the back. "tana i sit wit you," he asks from the end of the couch, "of course munchkin," he walks over with his ipad in his arm.
he lifts the covers being leaning on my arm. i unpause my show eating my ice cream.
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i slowly open my eyes reaching for my phone feeling a little body on my right side. i look down and see june laying on my chest slightly under my arm.
i grab my phone checking the time, 4:26pm. nigga said an hour, i slowly lay june on the couch maneuvering my body.
i stretch my arms and legs yawning. i walk to the kitchen getting me glass of water to satisfy my thirst.
i hear my phone vibrating on the counter, an incoming facetime call from sean.
"what?," i answer propping my phone against my candle. "damn you rude as fuck, whatchu doin doe?," he asks sitting in the car rolling up, "nothin just woke up," i tell him going to the fridge.
"i'm finna slide, niggas can smoke sum," i grab a water bottle and my bag of lemons. "i got june right now," i tell him peaking around the corner to look at him, "ian never take you to be the stepmama type," he says making me roll my eyes.
"shut up nigga," i tell him, "but tell me why i hadda punch benji's babymama," he looks up from his blunt. "i was on my way to the store so i get off the elevator and i peep the bitch mind you she was already doin to much at the cookout but my head was banging so i let her be but she caught me on a good day, so i hear her say bitch i leave it alone she was quiet as hell with it i barely even heard her forreal. i keep walking she gone start yappin again like on some i think im all that cause i fuck wit benji and whole time they never leaving each other alone type shit i keep walking then she gone say i'm a scary ass lil bitch i ain't ever turned my head so fast, cause now you gotta show me im scary so im like come closer nd imma show you some so she walk over bold as fuck calling me out my name so i popped the lil bitch. her ass fell to the floor crying and shit, mind you i barely tapped the lil hoe talkin bout benji gone drop me like a fly. girl sergio don't even fuck wit yo weird ass, she needa get it through her head. that's MY nigga, she had em nd lost him. she can deadass move around," i ramble telling the story.
"yo you funny as hell folk, yea shawty been like dat for the longest. all she do is talk shit nd get beat up expecting benji to come to her rescue," he tells me, "well ain't none to rescue her from, as long as she shut that shit up and move around i'll be cordial just cause that's his babymama but i won't hesitate to crash out on her dumbass," i rant grabbing a knife and my stanley cup.
"i'm already knowin, but aye call me back when he leave and imma slide," he says and i nod, "okay, i love you," i reply cutting my lemons into circles. "i love you too lil girl," he hangs up before i can protest.
i grab my phone going to benji's contact calling him. after 3 rings he answers, "wassup?," he says sounding like he just woke up. "i know yo ass wasn't sleep," i say putting my phone between my shoulder and my ear filling my cup with water.
"mhm," he hums shuffling around, "you said a hour, its been 5," i say dropping my lemons in. "i came back and yall was sleep so i locked the door and came upstairs," his voice sounding all raspy and shit.
"you hungry?," he asks, "yea," i reply sipping my water. "iight imma get in the shower and shit, get yoself together, june still sleep?," he asks and i nod like he can see me.
"okay and yea," i peak around the corner to see him still knocked on the couch. "whatchu wanna eat?," he asks and i hear shuffling so i assume he's getting up.
"chic-fil-a," i reply putting the knife in the dishwasher and the lemons back in the fridge. "ard gimme an hour," he says and hangs up.
rude ass nigga.
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this a short chapter , i usually aim for 2500+ words but this a filler so its only 1000 something.
