Eric Harden had his whole life mapped out since the day he was born and never strayed from that path. Until Gavin Adams walked into his life and awoke feelings in him that he never even knew existed.
And now he was expected to just forget about it a...
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Dre couldn't leave well enough alone. I regret hitting submit on that fucking application because the thought of him being at Tillman with me is making my balls itch. This nigga had too many questions that I couldn't answer in my own house, so his solution was to go to his.
He paused opening the door, looking back at me. "Can I tell Marcus?"
"Wha—No!"
"Why not!?" Dre sucked his teeth, "He not gone say shit. Imma tell him." He twisted the knob fast as shit and barreled through the door. I was right behind him. "Marcus!" He shouted out.
"Shut up, yo!" I yelled. I slammed into his back because I ain't noticed he stopped running.
He turned around laughing, "Ya scary ass! He not even here."
He too old to be this childish I swear to God. Soon as we got to his room he was back to asking me questions. To be honest, I was starting to get a lil suspicious at his "curiosity" and I was tired of hearing myself tell this damn story.
To make matters worse, he kept interrupting me!
"Hol' up! I know this ain't the shit you was telling me about before? When I was tryna put you on with Sinjae?" I nodded, "Talking about the girl you was fucking like 'she in a lil situation' and whole time you talking about big ass dude." I raised my fist, "Chill! Damn, I'm just asking. Nigga, you need to move on."
"I'm trying!" So then, I started explaining the whole Raphael shit and how I'm being ghosted and that was more embarrassing then the first story.
He looked at me with straight disappointment. "Damn...You just need to leave niggas alone, Cous. They lowkey turning you into a hoe."
I sighed, shaking my head. "Shit. Who you telling." He wasn't wrong, 'cause that's definitely what I was looking like. Feeling like, too.
"Lemme see the messages."
"Fuck no."
"Come on, I wanna see! Maybe you said something crazy to him that he ain't like."
I know I sent the eyes emoji a couple times but that ain't weird, right? I ain't say nothing too crazy and a second opinion might help, shit couldn't hurt. I opened our thread and I swapped my phone for his controller.
Everything stopped (including my breathing) when I heard him open his fucking mouth—"Yo? This Raphael? This Eric cousin, Dre. Aye, why you ain't text him back?"
My head shot up and this nigga was halfway out the room and again my cousin had me chasing him! He was steady talking and was almost to the bathroom when I got his ass. I punched this nigga in the back of his cranium and he crumbled to the ground, "Gimme my phone!" I snatched my phone up that fell right next to him.
Dre clutched his head, "You play too fucking much!" He yelled at me in pain.
"Yeah, and you do too fucking much." He lucky I ain't shove my foot in his chest while he down there. I left him to suffer and shut myself in Marcus' room.
"My bad, yo. I did not know he was gone do that dumb shit."
Raphael laughed, "It's cool, Papì, and he was riding for his cousin. I fuck with that."
"Is it? I mean he was kinda right, I was feeling some typa way because you ain't text me back."
"I was busy."
I sucked my teeth, "Cap." Ignoring me is one thing, but don't play me like I don't know how this game work.
He tried his hardest to sound convincing, "I really was! Also, I was a little pissed at you."
"Pissed at me? For what, what did I do?"
Now it was his turn to suck his teeth, "Like you don't know!"
"I don't! You playing, yo. 'Cause if you was really mad why you even give me your number?" He was silent so I continued, "See!"
"What's my name?"
"Oh my god. What you think you Beyoncé or something now?" That got a giggle out of him.
"I'm serious, Eric! What's my name?"
I sighed and mumbled, "Raphael."
"Exactly—Raphael! So why did you keep calling me Gavin?"
"I did that one time and you wasn't even mad." It was dead ass an honest mistake and I was tipsey! "And you was saying you'd be whoever I wanted you to be!" This had to be why he was asking about that role playing shit again in the kitchen.
"That's different, you did it like five times. Both times you nutted at that. That's why I asked if you were into role play twice. Then on the couch you called me that again!" I flinched back away from the phone.
"You fucked with my ego, papì. Like I wasn't memorable or something and I know that's not true and I can't have no frat boy making me think that." He was out of breath by the time he finished that long ass speech and frat boy?
My mind instantly went back to those moments and I couldn't find not one memory of myself saying that name.
"Aight, my bad. I really don't remember doing any of that. I wasn't even thinking about no other dude when we was together, so I don't even know why I would say that." I'm dreaming about the nigga and saying his name when I nut, Gavin must've put some voodoo on me or something!
"Mhmm." I could hear the eye roll through his tone. This was the first dude I was actually kinda feelings, I'm not fucking this up again.
"I'm serious, yo. Stop playing."
Raphael mulled it over for more seconds before letting out a drawled out sigh, "Okay, okay. If you say you didn't mean then it's cool, I believe you."
"It's not cool. Let me make it up to you." I don't really know what that'll look like yet, but I'll figure some shit out.
God must be back on my side because Raphael actually agreed. I left out the room to find Dre still on the floor, laying on his back just on his phone. He stopped his scrolling and glared at me as I walked closer to him, only to smile wide when I said my next words: "Get up. I need your help."
