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IN WHICH... HE FINDS HIS GIRLFRIEND CRYING ABOUT INSTAGRAM COMMENTS.
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CHASE HAD BEEN BUZZIN' Y/N's PHONE FOR THE PAST HOUR, BUT SHE WASN'T PICKING UP.
He knew somethin' was up. His girlfriend always answered, no matter what. He decided to head over to her crib to see what's good.
As he stepped off the elevator, the quiet in the hallway hit different. He knocked on her door, and after a minute that felt like forever, Y/N finally opened up. Her eyes were puffy, and her cheeks were stained with tears.
"Yo, Y/N, what happened?" Chase asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.
Y/N shook her head, biting her lip, trying to hold back more tears. She clutched her phone like it was some kinda lifeline. Chase gently took it from her, and that's when he saw it—comments on her latest Instagram post. Cruel, hateful shit. Randoms saying she wasn't good enough for him, calling her names, and talkin' about how Che could do better.
"Fuckin' weirdos," Chase muttered under his breath, scrolling through the nasty comments people had left. He looked back at Y/N, who was now sitting on the edge of her bed, head in her hands.
"Y/N, listen to me," he said, sitting next to her and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "These people don't know shit about us. They're just fuckin' weird and got nothin' better to do."
"But it hurts, Chase," she whispered, her voice cracking. "They're sayin' I'm not good enough for you, that you should be with someone else."
Chase lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Baby, you're my girlfriend. Fuck what they say. I don't want nobody else. You hear me?"
She nodded, but he could tell she still wasn't convinced. He pulled her closer, kissing her forehead. "I got you, always."
With Y/N still tucked under his arm, Chase grabbed her phone and opened Instagram. But instead of typing out a post, he hit the "Go Live" button.
"Yo, what's good, y'all?" he began, looking straight into the camera as viewers started to flood in. "I need y'all to listen up real quick. All that shit y'all talkin' about my girl? That shit ends now. You feel me?
He glanced at Y/N, then back at the camera, his expression serious. "Y'all out here actin' mad weird, I've never seen niggas worry about somebody's else life that bad."
He paused, letting the comments roll in. Most were supportive, but he didn't care about the trolls commenting. "Y'all gotta understand, this woman right here," he said, pulling Y/N closer so she was in the frame but she covered her face in his chest, "is my girlfriend. You don't like it? Then block us."
He ended the live with a final, "Weird ass niggas," and put the phone down.
"Thanks, Chase."
"Anytime, ma. Fuck what anybody else thinks from now on."
They sat there for a while, wrapped up in each other, letting the noise of the world fade away. Chase knew the hate wasn't gonna stop, but he also knew they were stronger together. And that was all that mattered.
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