"Do you think we're soul mates?" She asked, lifting her head in order to lock eyes with him.
It took him a moment, mustering up his answer. Thinking about how they were so alike, but so different. How they had been through similar things and had th...
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"SO YOU DEAD ass jus gon' stay mad at me. This is bullshit." Legacy ranted, watching her pick up her clothes from the floor to put back on.
She remained quiet, picking all her stuff up. She didn't care what she looked like to him.
"You literally said last night you was sorry." He stood there looking stupid, he had no idea what to do, and she was aggravating him and scaring him at the same time. He was about to say fuck it and let her be mad on her own because she wasn't hurting nobody but herself.
Standing straight, she slid her sports bra on. "I don't give a fuck what I said last night, you had your dick inside of me and that's not a real apology. I have nothing to be sorry for, and everything I said to you in the car, I meant with everything in me." She swore.
"Everything you said last night, you can stand on it. Fighting ain't cute, blah blah blah. You act like I'm fighting for fun. But it's okay." She shrugged her shoulders after putting her shirt on.
Her hair was messed up and she was ready to go home. All she wanted to do was give him a good birthday, and it turned into a scream match. "Alright you got that. I'm not finna argue, I said what I said." He waved her off, digging in his pocket.
"And I said what the fuck I said." She responded, wanting to get the last word. "You thought cause you gave me dick that shit wasn't gon' stick? Fuck allat." She felt her blood boil at the recollection of the night before.
This wasn't her first relationship, and she knew that what ever was discussed over sex wasn't to be taken with a grain of salt.
"Aight Leya, damn!" He was tired of her talking shit, if she still wanted to be mad that had nothing to do with him because he felt as if he had a reason to be mad too.
She had constantly called him out his name and blamed him for something he had no control over in his opinion, so if you asked him it wasn't his fault.
He stood on his phone, looking through all his messages from Legend, Taylor, Kamal, Princess, and Instagram. He didn't read any, instead just seeing how many notification he had racked up within the time span of twelve hours.
Kataleya finished collecting her things before leaving the room. Legacy followed close behind her with his items, but they exchanged no words.
It was times like this when Leya wished she had a female bestfriend to talk to for advice. She could ask Zee, but zahari would only tell her what she wanted to hear.
Legacy stood behind with all his new bags from last night in his hand, while Leya stood at the front desk checking them out of the room. She planned on being there a little longer, but since they weren't seeing eye to eye she wanted to go home or just get away from him in general.
