Me And My Girlfriend.

9.

Tupac Shakur

After driving down a few blocks, I finally arrived at Kallie little house and strolled my ass up her porch after getting out the car.

"Kallie. Open this damn door girl," I yelled, knocking on the door multiple times.

"I'm coming, Pac. Damn." She yelled back from the other side of the door.

I stood there with my arms behind my back as she slowly opened the door and looked at me for a minute.

"Are you gone come in or just stand there, Pac." She questioned, her attitude clearly noticeable.

This is why I needed that damn blunt before I came over here.

"I don't know who the fuck you think you talking to, but yeah. I'll come in," I stated, walking past her into her house.

I walked into her house, noticing the cigarette buds, magazines and shit on her little table in front of her couch.

Sitting on the couch. I placed my feet on the table, making some of the things on there fall down and on her carpet.

"Tupac, what do you want. Every time you come over here, you just wanna eat and smoke." Kallie complained, walking into the living room.

I sucked my teeth, looking up at her with low eyes.

"I mean, what the fuck else we supposed to do." I asked.

She just looked at me, like I was stupid before she started to get this mad, attitude looking look and shit.

"What the fuck do you mean what else are we supposed to do. Is that all I am to you, a fucking broad that you go to just to eat, smoke, sleep and fuck every now and then," She yelled at me.

"Girl, you better calm all that shit the fuck down and stop yelling at a nigga before you get yo' self fucked up." I exclaimed, but tried to keep my cool.

She was really messing up my high with all this crazy ass shit. What she thought it was more to it?

Last time I checked, I never put a title on that ass and I never committed to nothing with her.

I wonder why she was just now coming at me with all of this nonsense of bullshit. She ain't have a problem with it before, why now?

"What the fuck ever Pac. You never fucking care for me, you never was here for me. All of those times, I helped you with your problems and issues. And you can't help back," She continued to rant.

She then started crying and I started to feel bad. Shit.

"Aye. . ." I called out after watching her cry for a little bit.

I ain't mean to let her think this and that I was committing to a relationship with her and all of the above she thought before.

I knew I should've had let her know from the beginning that we wasn't gone be entitled and allat extra shit, but I didn't to save her from a heartbreak. She was already feeling me and I should've just told her.

She looked up at me, then walked over to the couch I was sitting on, and gladly sat next to me.

"Aye man-" She cut me off.