Dating The Freemans 2

Part 11

Later...

Cindy's Pov.

I sit down on my bed holding my pillow to my chest. My phone sits in front of me, its been ringing all night. Everytime there's a new pop up on the screen, my grip tightens, crushing the pillow.

Ding!

Bae. Why ain't you answering my calls?

Ding!

Cindy. You really hurting me here.

I snort. Me hurting him? Nigga please. Who was the one found grinding on ah hoe?

Ding!

Bae I ain't cheatin. She was just a-

I turn the phone over before I finish reading the message and lie down on my back. I know what I saw. Suddenly my ring tone Fuck love by Iggy Azalea starts playing. Instead of answering the call, I just listen to the song. Only two sentences reach me.

Fuck love gimme diamonds
I'm already in love with myself

Maybe Iggy's right? Fuck love! Mah momma ah hoe, if she ain't gonna make mulla who is? I sit up and answer my phone.

"Cin-"

"Fuck you!" I interrupt then cut.

I jump out of bed and walk to my bathroom. I frown when I look at the mirror. My whole face is pink, especially my nose and my cheeks are puffed out. I look like I've been crying fo hours, Ok I was, but people don't need to know that.

I strip down and walk into the shower. The water flows down my body and cleans me.

I wish it could wash away the memory.

Caesar's Pov.

"Damn," I say after the call.

Me and Riley are sitting down at the kitchen table in the Freeman house. Riley told me everything that happened. I advised him to call Cindy...that didn't go too well.

"Nigga you messed up real bad," I say still staring at the phone.

"Yea you think I dunno know that?" Riley says. He puts his head in his hands and groans in annoyance. "Ugh." He hits the table with his fist. "Why me?"

I smile at myself. One of the advantages of being single. "Just let her cool down. Give the bitch sum space."

"Den she goes finda new nigga!" He growls.

I roll my eyes. "C-murph wouldn't do that..." Or could she?

She is attractive. She can get a new nigga if she wants to. She could've even gotten sum one even better then Reezy, but she chose him. I tell Riley that.

"That supposed to make me feel better?" Riley asks looking annoyed.

"Aye," I defend. "She could've dated ah rich white nigga, but she chose to stay wit you. Out of all people, she got sum feelings fo you, nigga. No matter how much of ah dumbass you are."

Riley raises an eyebrow. "Chu just call me ah dumbass?"

I slap him upside the head. "Ow!"