Kelani: Volume ✖️

8.

"How you gone smoke without me? Make me not wanna even get high with yo ass." Juan fussed, throwing one of my pre-rolled blunts at me. I laughed.

"You ain't finna bitch and kill my high. You can leave if you gone act like that." I chuckled, taking another hit.

"You forget where you at?" He asked, waving his hands around the inside of his car. Oh, yeah...

"Oh. Well I can leave." I said slowly, fumbling with the lock on the car. He stopped me.

"You ain't goin' nowhere." He growled. I laughed again.

"I am if you wanna act like that." I told him, finishing the blunt and smirking at him. He looked mad as hell and I honestly didn't give a fuck.

"Ight. I'll walk home." I shrugged, getting out the car and started walking. I was way too high to even ask him what was wrong. It wasn't just because I lit up without him, I know that much.

"Aye, girl!" He screamed at me from the car, but I ignored him and kept walking. "Get in."

"No."

"Get the fuck in the car." He ordered, and I scuffed. I know damn well he wasn't barking orders at me like that.

"Kehlani." He said in a calmer voice. I stopped and turned to him. "Get in the car, please."

"I sighed and got in the car, purposely slamming the door. He sped off.

It was silent for a minute before he finally said something.

"My ex girl pregnant."

I looked at him and but my lip. I was fuckin high ain't no telling what woulda came out of my mouth if I didn't have self control.

"Is it yours?" I asked after some thought. He sighed, shrugging.

"That's what I'm hearing."

"You believe it?"

He nodded after a little while, slamming his fist on the wheel, making me jump back a little. "I don't want to, but I do."

I sighed and sat back. Damn , a nigga with a child?

"You gone leave me?" He asked after the silence took its toll. I looked at him, surprised.

"Nah." I said in a soft voice, surprised that actually concerned him. "You act like you fucked around on me or some. This shit happened before us. Right?"

He bit his lip and nodded, but I didn't believe him.

"Stop the car and look at me." I said, my voice slightly raised. He sighed and pulled over, taking a second before he looked at me.

"Did you fuck around on me?" I asked, my voice slightly shaking. I knew my eyes were already red from the smoke, but tears were bound to fall if he said yes.

"I wasn't in my right mind, I-" I didn't even let him finish before I smacked the shit out of him. He bit his lip, looking like he was trying to restrain himself but I didn't care.

"I asked you to do one fucking thing, Juan. One! Don't hurt me. And what do you do?" I scuffed and grabbed my bag from the car floor and reached for the door, but he grabbed my arm.

"Get the fuck off me." I growled, a tear slowly gliding down my face. His face broke when I looked at him, but he let go. I walked out to the street, not looking where I was going and -

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