Bey's POV
"No, Kelly. I'm so serious."
"Like if that's what you want, then so be it. Go be with her." I spoke on the phone with Kelly, flopping down on my bed.
We've been on the phone for a little over an half and a hour venting about our very stressful situationships."Honestly, same. These niggas got us fucked up."
Kelly had just left the mall where she said she ran into both Y/n and Tim who seemed to be having the time of their lives with their arms around the shoulders of their "girlfriends".
This has been a constant recurrence with them and it's honestly reaching it's end point for me.
Y/n runs to me, telling me all she wants is to be with me and that she's figuring out how to end things with Aaliyah, yet here we are going on three mouths of this shit and she's still with her.
She thinks I'm one of these bitches whose going to sit to the side and let her do her and allow her to run back to me when she's fed up with her bitch and that's just simply not me.
I'm not a toy and I'm not about to allow her to treat me like one.
Period.
"Y/n and that Aaliyah bitch could have each other and the same with Tim and Imani." Kelly spoke and I let out a loud breath.
"It's just so fucking stupid. They tell us all this shit. Everything they know we want to hear just to..." I was cut off by the sound of my phone beeping, indicating that another call was coming through. "Hold on." I told Kelly as I removed my phone from my ear to see who else was calling.
I groaned and rolled my eyes once I seen the name.
Incoming call from....'Liar"
"Girl, what?" I heard Kelly's voice lowly from the other side of the phone.
I quickly put it back up to my ear. "You already know who's calling me." I rolled my eyes.
"Why do they do that? Fuck up then want to call us." She scoffed on the line. We both knew it was coming, especially since Tim had called Kelly ten times already.
I'm guessing he probably told Y/n that it was likely that Kelly had told me who she saw her with.
The beeping stopped, alerting me that the call had been sent to voicemail, but that didn't last long because soon after she was calling back. "I'm so done."
"Girl, curse that bitch out." Kelly egged me on.
"You know I would."
"That's my bitch. Handle that." She squealed over the phone and I knew she was jumping up and down. Kelly loved when I read Y/n to filth because she knew it was well deserved. "I'll call you later." I laughed before picking up Y/n third phone call.
"Yo, why the fuck you ain't answering the phone?" Her voice raised slightly as she spoke and I frowned instantly at her tone.
I'm the one that should be pissed off right now.
"First of all nigga, who are you talking to like that? Because it can't be me." I put my phone on speaker once my hand got tired of holding it. "Second, why the fuck are you calling me? Don't you have a girlfriend?"
I heard her let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, so that's why you tripping and not answering the phone. Kelly told you she seen me?" The sound of her flicking a lighter rang through the phone line.
