"I wanna get you in the backseat, windows up, that's the way you like to fu*k. Clogged up, fog alert. Rip the pants and rip the shirt. Rough s*x, make it hurt. In the garden, all in the dirt. Roll around, Georgia brown, that's the way that I like it...
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𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐚. 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟐
Safyre ate her bowl of cereal in silence. No TV was on, nor was her computer on. It was just the sound of her chewing and her so aggressively flipping the pages to her coloring book that sat before her on the couch.
She was angry. Very angry. She hasn't physically seen Nas since he dropped her off home from their day together. She even called once and he didn't pick up, only to call back two days later, and give her some shit excuse over her voicemail. They both didn't have the energy to chase each other so they left it at that.
She hadn't seen him around the projects, but had bumped into his brother, Jungle, who had no answers to give Poca either.
How dare he dick her down to the point she couldn't even walk and just go on about his life like she never mattered to him?
She knew he enjoyed the sex too, talking, moaning and groaning, even being able to get a creampie out of her. Safyre never even had sex without protection before so she was definitely in her feelings.
Hearing a knock at the door, she tried to ignore it until she heard someone call out to her. "Yo, Saf! I know you in here, son, open up the do'."
Safyre groaned and put her bowl on the table next to her. Getting up, she walked over to the door and looked through the peephole. Sighing, she unlocked the door and cracked it open. "What Jabari?"
"Come wit' me. It's clear you don't know."
"Don't know what?"
"C'mon. . Did you eva pack that bag for my brother?"
". . No for what? He won't even talk to me."
Jungle sucked his teeth and looked off. Nas was lucky he loved him. "Pack that bag please? It's for good reason, an' come wit' me."
"Jab—"
"Yo, Saf, just trust me dawg." He pleaded and Safyre rolled her eyes, opening the door wider so he could come in.
Going to her room, she got dressed in a strapless red and white striped dress, her red chinese slippers decorated her soft, polished feet. Putting on some accessories since she needed to swap her gold out for some silver pieces, she then sprayed some perfume on her before going to retrieve her duffle bag.
Huffing, she decided on getting an outfit for anything. A crop top, and shorts. A cami tank top and capris. A graphic N.W.A. t-shirt and some ripped jeans. A maxi dress, and a going out dress in case she caught herself going out. Panties and two bras, with some socks were also packed.
Just lying to myself.
Safyre then packed some hair products, deciding that whatever else she would need, she would hope that Nas had it, since it seems to be that she was going over to his house. She lived above both Nas and Will. She resided on the seventh floor, while Nas was on the fifth and Will was on the sixth. How they always managed to get on her floor from time to time? She didn't know herself.
