Lost : Book 1 of Trilogy

9.

A/N: I don't know who's POV is harder to write lol

(This was supposed to be a filler chapter but...😬)
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Y/n's POV
Off-campus Apartment
Houston, Tx
Tuesday
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"So, you let him beat your ass? That's how you got that cut?" Bey laughed over the phone.

"You think you funny? Tryna play on my top. A nigga ain't ever beating my ass." I smacked my lips and released a small laugh.

Me and Bey shared numbers once I finished shooting ball and then we went our separate ways.

I called her the second I got in my car and we've been on the phone since. "Nah, but that nigga ain't even touch me. I had his ass on the ground spitting up blood."

"Gosh, Y/n." She sounded surprised and I laughed. "So if he didn't touch you, why do you have that cut and the scar above your eyebrow?"

Earlier she convinced me to tell her a lil bit more about what happened that night at the bowling alley so I've been telling her everything but the real reason me and Zac got active.

"Police, ma." I let out a breath, unlocking the front door to my high rise.

"Y/n, what the fuck did you do for them to do that?"

"Shi, I ran. But them niggas was saying some slick shit and being rough. Pushing me on the ground and shit. It is what it is though."

We talked more about it until she asked me if I had made it home yet. "Yeah, I'm home. Why?"

"You need to put a new bandaid on your cut, now." I laughed at how demanding she sounded. "Yes, ma'am."

Kicking my shoes off and I flopped down on my bed. "Lemme facetime you." I didn't even give her a chance to respond before I had changed the type of call. She picked up soon after and I could see that she was laying in her bed as well.

I sat on the phone just looking at her without speaking a word.

She so bad, bruh.

"You just gonna look at me or are you going to speak?" She laughed.

"Imma do both, just give me a minute." I joked and went back silent. "Y/n." She whined.

"My bad, ma. You just fine shit, that's all."

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes but her smile never faded.

"You busy later?" I asked her. "It is later, Y/n."

"No it's not, bruh. It's just 4pm." I smacked my lips. "I'm talking about later though, like at 7?"

She frowned as if she was deep in thought. "Maybe, why?" She grinned so I knew ha ass wasn't busy. She was just tryna play with a nigga.

"Be ready for 7 and drop yo location. You thuggin with me tonight." I shrugged my shoulders and she tried to protest, saying that she had to be up early for class tomorrow, but I wasn't hearing none of that. "Just be ready, Bey." I laughed and she finally agreed, but not before questioning me.