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Kaniya Marie Cartier
The bruit sound of ceramic connecting with the wall and shattering immediately after filled the high rise apartment, located in Downtown Atlanta.
What was once a chill evening quickly went downhill, when Kaniya happened to glance at the screen of her boyfriend's phone while retwisting his hair and seen him direct messaging another woman.
This wasn't her first rodeo, having to deal with him stepping out of bounds.
That put a start to their argument, one that was still going on at the moment. Hell, it had been for the past thirty minutes.
"The fuck is you throwing shit fa? Crazy ass girl!" Dayvon exclaimed, raising up from his previous position as he'd ducked when she threw the plate at him.
Thank God she missed.
"Oh now I'm crazy, Von? I've been letting you get away with this shit time and time again." Kaniya slapped her dominant hand into the palm of her other one. "I'm fed the fuck up!" She expressed, chest heaving up and down out of anger.
"Every time I look up, it's a new bitch in that phone! You're blatantly disrespecting not only me, but our relationship."
"Mannn, you acting like I'm fuckin' these hoes! These is female artists I'm reaching out to for collabs on songs and shit, or to be in my music videos. Ain't nobody disrespecting you, gang." He spat.
It took every bone in her body not to smack the hell out of him, he knew she hated when he referred to her as 'gang' or 'bro'. They were nowhere near being friends or homeboy and homegirl. That ship had been sailed a long time ago.
"No, we both know it's more than just you reaching out for collabs. That's what you have a manager for, let him do that! I've seen the messages between you and other females with my own two eyes, I know what the fuck flirting looks like. So miss me with that bullshit."
"You can't act all innocent either, Niya. You was literally hugged up wit' another nigga a few weeks ago at Backstage Atlanta, yo' ex at that." He barked, pointing at her. "But you wanna talk about disrespect? Aight."
"Don't." She shook her head while glaring at him, "Don't try to make it seem like I just did that shit unprovoked. I literally caught you messaging some bitch that same day, so I simply got my lick back. Otherwise, I wouldn't have even went to the club that night! That's not even my type of scene."
"You piss me off so bad, I'm sick of you." She spoke wholeheartedly, running a hand through her jet black bundles as she let out a frustrated grunt. "Nothing but a narcissist, bruh."
