I Hate You

Part 146

Hey thots, hope you enjoy this part.

Sevyn POV

Atlanta, Georgia
August 9th
Sunday, 1:42 P.M.

"What else do you want for your birthday?" I asked putting his bag in the front with me.

"Fa niggas to stop playin wit—"

"Be positive for once." I said going on my phone and texting India to take the cake to the house. 

I'm not taking Dayvon out to dinner. But I did plan to make him a dinner at home. I'm making fried chicken and Mac n cheese and-damn there every food you serve at Thanksgiving. So all his favorite foods so he can have a big plate. I know he love a big ass plate of food.

"Let's go to the park and walk around baby." I said leaning close to him.

"Ma why would niggas wanna walk inna—"

"It's a scenery walkkkk. I rolled you another one." I said pulling it out of my purse and he laughed.

"You startin to get real good at bribing me." He said taking it out of my hand and I laughed.

He drove to a nice big park and parked the car. We started walking around this big pond and he lit the blunt.

"Hope you know. After my birthday. It's war wit niggas fa real." Dayvon said pausing between hits and i raised my eyebrow.

"Wait huh." I said.

"You heard me." He said.

"Dayvon please do not—"

"Ion wanna hear nun of that peace shit either Sevyn. Snitchin niggas get dealt wit. N that nigga just gotta get dealt wit." He said.

A part of me wants to say "that was literally your best friend" but i feel like that would make it worse. To have someone you trusted turn on you, can't feel good. Especially them snitching on you to the police.

"At least TRY to hold yourself back?" I said looking at him.

"Nah." He said shaking his head and passing it to me.

"Dayvon. I don't want you locked up again baby." I said before hitting the blunt.

"I don't either." He said.

7:27 P.M.

Me and Dayvon have been in the house doing all his favorite things. Sleeping. Watching his movies. And fucking. Cannot count how many "naps" he has made me take with him just for him to wake me up 30 something minutes later to him eating my pussy.

But I'm really not complaining about that honestly.

I got up and started cooking but i need him to get him out of my space so i can set up our dinner or the balcony for his birthday.

"When im almost done here. Im locking you out of the room." I said taking the Mac n cheese out of the oven.

"You is not lockin me nowhere innis damn house." He said and i rolled my eyes. He always ends up doing whatever i say anyway. So what is putting up an unnecessary fight going to do?

"Anyway. Go on ahead and start walking yourself to the bedroom." I said pointing and he rolled his eyes and walked back there.

I made sure the door was locked because he is sneaky. And he'll peak.

As everything else was cooking i started setting up everything. The table on the balcony and I turned the lights off on the balcony and lit a vanilla scented candle. I put a couple candles on the ground and ran back to the kitchen taking the plates out of the pantry. I made his plate and poured him a big cup of his favorite juice.