JUST CREEPIN'

JC | 033

▌║█║▌│║▌║▌█
JUST CREEPIN'

PIERRE MURRAY
NOVEMBER 17th, SATURDAY

"THIS DUMB ASS bitch thinks that she all dat. She not even cute, I can't stand her ass." I muttered lowly looking at bams story.

I knew it was jourie posting herself on bams story, and then her corny ass had the nerve to keep calling herself his wife knowing he ain't even fuck wit her that heavy.

"Girl, who you talking about?" The girl who was doing my hair looked over my shoulder.

I sighed. "This dumb ass girl, she fucking went out the country like she got it like that." I complained.

Deep down, i was hurt, embarrassed, lonely, and I wanted revenge for the way that jourie did me. It was no way that I was gonna let that bitch get away with how she embarrassed me in front of bam.

"Okay, so what's your beef with her ?" Sheila — the girl who was doing my hair— continued to try and pry into my business like it was any of hers.

I had to be nice, because if she fucked my shit up I wouldn't know what to do. "We just got some beef over my nigga, she wanna be me so bad." I bent the truth.

"She wants to be you, but she's in a different country and your getting your hair done in my kitchen...?" The girl trailed off, but I heard all the shade.

"She only was able to go because other people paid for her funds. She don't even got it like dat." I continued, feeling bitter.

I don't think me and bam had even been out of the city before, and he was with her out of the country. My luck just fucking sucked.

"Oh I see." She nodded, but something deep down told me that she didn't. "So why y'all beefing over a nigga?" She asked.

"Chile, they used to be together, and she just won't leave him the fuck alone." I said. At one point of time, that's what it felt like. She was just bams weird ass ex that wanted him back but he didn't pay her any mind. Until he did.

I couldn't understand for the life of me why he decided to go back to her, when he had me. I had been there for him, and this was how he repaid me.

I still couldn't even believe that this was my reality. This shit had to be a bad dream that I would wake up from any minute, and I would jump back to the night we had dinner with my dad.

He would never tell me that he didn't feel like it wouldn't work out, and none of that other shit never would happen.

Sadly I knew it was only hope.

I needed bam to forgive me. I knew talking to his mother the way I did was what allowed him to let me get jumped without helping me, so I charged it to the game.

I couldn't stand his stupid ass parents. I let my ill feelings show in front of him and that's where I fucked up. I knew it would only be an amount of time before he forgave me.

That was bam after all.

He had the biggest heart in the world, and as much as I hated to, I would have to use that to my advantage just one time. I hated to do it, because he was so sweet, and respectable, but I was counting on him to forgive me so I could work my way back in with him.

I wished my dad was still in Florida, that would be my way of getting closer to their family, but he had made his way back to texas.

What I couldn't believe was that my brother let that foul ass shit happen.