Switch Up - J.B. {BWWM}

Five.

T H I R D  P E R S O N

Niggas by Kehlani began playing from Kalina's phone waking her up. She realizes she must have forgotten to turn her sound off before she put her phone away for the night.

She rolled over quickly and reached for her phone on the night stand, trying not to wake Justin. She looks and sees the contact name Dumbass on the screen. She immediately hits the red button, ignoring the call. She did not have time for this, it was too early in the morning after staying up all night.

She stands up and heads to Justin's bathroom. She does her business, and begins to wash her hands. As she's rinsing the soap off of her hands, her phone begins to buzz on the granite countertop. Once again, it's Dumbass. She decides to answer the call this time, knowing that if she doesn't they will just keep calling back.

"What do you want?" she answers the phone dryly.

"Why you gotta answer the phone like that Kali?" the voice says through the phone.

"First, you no longer have the privilege of calling me Kali. I'm barely on first name basis with you nigga. Second, I don't want to be talking to you, so how do you expect me to answer the damn phone?" she spits at him through the phone.

"Damn ma, you got a nasty attitude this morning. I was just calling to check up on you. I seen something online and needed a lil clarification." he says confidently.

"I always have an attitude with you. What did you see boy?" she asks rolling her eyes.

"I just saw some pictures of you and some white dude getting into your car outside your salon. Who you letting drive you around Kalina?" he asks harshly.

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J U S T I N

I wake up to the sound of Kalina's voice echoing through my bathroom. At first I couldn't hear her very clearly, then all of the sudden she began shouting.

"Listen DJ, don't you be calling my damn phone questioning me. You don't have any reason at all to even be worried about what the fuck i got going on. Every time you think im moving on to something better, you wanna hit me up!" she yelled.

I guess the "DJ" guy was talking now because all i could hear was little mumbles coming through her phone.

"What DJ? You want me to tell you we're fucking, huh? You want me to tell you how much better he puts it down than you?" she yells, laughing at the same time.

She's definitely lying to him, for now..

"He's my fucking friend DJ, and you know what? I've only known him for a few days but in these few days, he has treated me a million times better than you did in 3 years. So kiss my ass. Don't call my phone again. Matter of fact, ill change my number." she yelled, put of breath.

I could hear her beginning to cry. I can't let that happen.

I got up out of the bed and slipped my shorts on quickly and made my way over to the bathroom door, leaving a few small knocks.

"You can open it, Jay." I heard her say.
I walked in and she was sitting on the counter, still on the phone. I could hear a voice still on the line, but i couldn't understand what they were saying.

"DJ i'm gonna say this again, for the millionth time. You ain't shit, you never were. You never did shit for me except use me for money, and lead me on. Oh yeah, and cheat on me with my own fucking cousin. I don't care about nothing you're saying right now. And i never fucking will. You see me doing amazing for myself and now you wanna come crawling back? Nigga, please. You have hurt me enough. At least let me be in peace and find happiness. You go on and lay up with Erica, I'm fixing to go have breakfast with someone who actually gives a shit about me. Bye!" she yelled, sniffling as she repeatedly hit the end call button.