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𝘔𝘐𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘕.
"Fuckkkk." I sat up in my bed and rubbed my eyes. 'On my block' played lowly in the background as I picked up my phone to see what time it was.
I was still drunk and still high. I don't even remember how the fuck I got home but I know Khalil made sure I got here.
After my phone turned on I looked at the clock and saw it was 4am. I checked my phone some more and based off everything I made it home at around 1.
KHA 🖤 Call me when you wake up.
I frowned thinking back on why the fuck I'm in the bed by myself and not in his. I sighed and FaceTimed him cause what the hell going on.
"Yeah?" He answered the phone, sounding wide awake.
"Why I'm at home?" I said, getting straight to the point.
Khalil sighed on the other end and I heard shuffling before his camera finally came on. He was laying across his bed shirtless with the TV playing low in the background. His dreads looked messy like he been running his hands through them all night.
"You don't remember?"
"No." I rubbed my forehead. "What happened?"
"You got drunk as fuck for starters." He laughed.
I rolled my eyes. "Okay and?"
"And you was high."
"Khalil."
"I'm serious." He sat up against his headboard. "You damn near fell getting out the car."
I looked down embarrassed as flashes from the night slowly started coming back. Loud music. Me taking shots with the girls. Jakeem snatching a blunt out my hand cause he said I was doing too much. Khalil staring at me from across the room looking irritated.
"Did we argue?" I asked quietly.
Khalil looked at me for a few seconds before shrugging. "Not really."
"Then why I'm not with you?"
"Cause you threw up in the car then started crying. Kept saying you wanted to go home and get in your bed."
