Zyara POV
"So what your telling me is.... While I was locked up, Ronnie was fucking with another bitch instead of trying to make sure I was good?" Drea asked once she was out the shower with a towel wrapped around her. She stood in front of me which made me uncomfortable. I slowly nodded my head and she began laughing. "I'ma get this nigga."
She stormed off to her bedroom and I sat in the bathroom trying to figure out how exactly was she going to get him. I hated that I was in the middle of this fucked up situation.
Ten minutes later I got up to go to her room and she was oiling her body with just panties and a bra on. "I called him and he's on his way over here right now."
"WHAT?" I screamed walking all the way into the room and looking at her like she was crazy. "He's gonna know I told you! Dumbass. I gotta go." I grabbed my purse and car keys.
"So? Your my best friend. He shoulda known better to bring another bitch around while you were there. He's just stupid." She shrugged. She finally pulled on some tight jeans that hugged her hips and pulled a shirt over her head. "I can't believe we're going through this again." She mumbled.
I ignored her and headed towards her room door. "I'll talk to you later. Tell me what happened. Love you." I walked out her room and out the house, making sure to close the door behind me.
Since Trey dropped me off, I started walking towards the nearest gas station just so when Ronnie got here, I was nowhere to be found.
Walking to the gas station, I called Trey and he picked up on the second ring. Once he answered I heard loud music in the background and assumed he was at the studio. "Wassup bae?"
I sighed into the phone and rolled my eyes at the thought of what was about to go down. "Can you please come get me? I'm walking to the gas station by Drea house. I told her about the Becky, Ronnie had with him and now he's on his way over there. I don't wanna be in the middle of that so please hurry." I begged.
He chuckled. "Alright i'll be there in like 10 minutes. Stay inside the gas station though." He commanded. I agreed and we hung up.
Just as I was about to walk inside the gas station, I saw Courture walking past by herself, mugging me.
I laughed and shook my head. "What's the problem ma'am?" I semi yelled across the lot to her. She made a gun gesture and aimed it at me. "Is that a threat? Don't trip I keep a homie with a banger on em. That shit don't scare me." I shrugged and turned back to walk into the gas station like Trey said.
If it was one person I wasn't scared of, it was Courture. One, because I was always with someone, just right now under the circumstances I wasn't. The only crazy thing I could say about Courture was she had a older brother name Joey who was trying to get put on in the drug game and was down to killl for anything to get where he wanted to be. But he wasn't crazy, he knew Trey and Ronnie and he knew not to make those moves on me.
Five minutes later, Trey pulled up in front of the first pump of the gas station and hopped out. He came walking in looking just as fine as he wanted to be.
"Wassup baby? You missed me?" He smiled and leaned down to kiss my cheek. I pushed him away while he went to the cashier and paid for gas. "Let's go." He grabbed my hand and we walked outside.
I leaned against the car as I watch him prepare to pump the gas. "I just seen Courture." I informed him.
"What happened? She ain't still mad about the ass whooping Drea handed to her ass is she?" He joked.
