LYRIC * 2 months later
"Khari what are we?" We strolled through the mall with a few bags from different stores.
"Humans." He mumbled, doing something on his phone, not looking up but still slightly rubbing on my butt.
I stopped walking and stood in place, placing my hand on my hip.
After realizing that I wasn't following him still, he turned around. "What?"
I rolled my eyes. "Really? And stop touching my ass, all these people in here."
I was tired of playing games with him. One moment we were kissing all on each other and the next we acted like there was nothing between us. We had been "seeing each other" for about 3 months now and I had been knowing him for 7. If he was just stringing me along, I needed to know so that I wouldn't be wasting my time. I felt like we should be official, but it was never bought up.
He sucked his teeth, "You really tryna do all this here?" He scanned the mall for a minute and then went back to typing away on his phone.
"I wanna know."
He turned back forward and began walking off, leaving me standing there. Who does that? Who simply walks away from somebody and ignores their question. Reluctantly, I huffed and followed, passing him and rushing to the car.
When we got to the car, I put my bags in the backseat and slammed the passenger door shut, putting on my seatbelt and throwing my hair over my shoulder.
He started up the car and pulled off the parking lot. "You and yo fuckin attitudes."
I huffed, "Whatever.. Fuck that shit."
"Fuck what shit?"
"This. I don't even know what to call it because I don't know what it is."
"Chill yo ass out." He said in an annoyed tone.
"No. You're not about to string me along while you still do whatever you want to do. Make up your mind."
"Fuck is you talkin bout Lyric?" He looked from me to the road .
"Nothin bruh."
"Bruh??" He began laughing like I told a funny joke and shaking his head.
We sat in complete silence. I looked over at him in his normal relaxed posture. One hand on the wheel and the other one playing with his facial hair. I knew he felt me looking at him but he continued to stare intently ahead.
When he got to my house, I tried to open to door, but it was locked.
I huffed once again, "Open the door."
He leaned over, "Gimme a kiss"
"No. You didn't hear shit I was saying?"
"Yea.. You ain't talking about shit." He reached for my face and I pulled back and pushed the unlock button. After it still didn't work, I faced him with an irritated look.
"What's wrong with my door?"
"I put the child lock on since you wanna act so fuckin childish."
I sighed and leaned back against my seat, staring out the window. My head was hurting at this point and I hadn't been in the best mood all day. I didn't mean to snap at Khari like this,but I don't know. I hated feeling like I was being played.
"... Do you want to be with me?" I looked over at him expecting an answer.
An of course or yes at least. But there was none. He just looked out over the windshield pulling at his chin hair.
"Look.." That was the only answer I needed and I didn't want to hear anything else.
"Wow.. Ok." I mumbled. I would be lying if I said that it didn't have an effect on me. My feelings were hurt. What exactly were we doing then? What was the point of all of this? I knew I shouldn't have gotten so attached to this man,but I couldn't stop myself from falling so quickly.
I climbed to the back seat, not giving a fuck about his car or him. I grabbed my bags and shut the door feeling tears begin to fill my eyes, but I didn't let them fall.
I heard him call my name, but I never looked back.
Once I got inside, I threw my bags down, took off my jeans and climbed into bed.
After waking up, it was dark outside and was going on about 10 o clock so I began stripping out of my clothes to get into the shower. Afterwards, I put on my panties and a big T shirt and switched on my TV while looking at my phone.
I expected something like a phone call or text from Khari, but I was sadly mistaken. Noticing the date, I realized that my period would be starting in a day or 2 which would explain my bad mood swings lately. I began to regret what had happened today.
I refused to say something first though. My pride would never allow it.
Letting a few moments pass, I began thinking about the conversations me and Khari would have. He was consistent in telling me to get in touch with my mother. How what we were doing was stupid and I would regret wasting my time being mad over nothing. Once again, I didn't know how to reach out with her. Pride.
ANONYMOUS
"You sure that's her?"
"I'm positive." A satisfied grin crept on my face as I watched her get into her car probably going to work.
"How'd you find out?"
"I saw them together yesterday at the mall." Just thinking about it had my blood boiling all over again. Who did this bitch think she was messing with MY nigga? No matter what, he would always be mine. At first, I was going to approach them, but then I remembered that a special somebody needed my help.
"I appreciate your work. I've always liked you. He let out a low chuckle and poured something into a small glass filled with ice.
"As long as you have my money, I'll do whatever you want." I said with a hint of flirting in my voice.
He looked at me over the rim of his glass and sat it down moving closer towards me. "I like a woman about her money." He whispered into my ear.
I looked down and saw stacks of money that he had pulled out of his drawer. I reached for it and he pulled it away briefly before sitting back down behind his desk. Then, he threw the money on top of it.
He winked and motioned for me to come here, and I did what I was told.
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