True's POV
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
I rolled my eyes.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened.
I leaned up against the wall and studied his face. I never wanted him to find out about me, but he needed to know.
I gestured towards the open doors.
"You wanna leave, you can. I can take a hint."
"A hint. Wha-"
"I get it Abel. Just go so I can go home and be done with this."
He looked at me blankly and then he finally leaned over and pressed the button to close the elevator door.
"What are you-"
He put his finger to my lips.
"You haven't done shit that I haven't done first."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the fact that "baby boy" used to do some shit like that back in the day, 'fore they started loving a nigga so much."
"Bullshit, you moved that weight back then?"
"I moved that weight and cut the shit. Back then we made some of the purest shit, before I started putting mixtapes on YouTube."
I looked up at him.
"Why you telling me this?" I said.
"Cause I'm not afraid of you. Or what you do or any of that shit. I could give a fuck about all that shawty. One thing that do care about is-"
"What?" I interrupted him.
He bit his lip.
"I like you True."
"Ohh... You like me, huh?"
"Yeah, and to keep it real with you, I don't really care about that extra shit."
"It doesn't bother you?"
"No. What bothers me is you thinking that you can tell me that I'm going somewhere..."
I smirked and I put my hand on his shoulder.
"I can't tell you what to do 'no more baby boy?"
He moved in and I lifted my leg.
He gripped my thigh and lifted me up against the wall.
