What happens to Draya as she feels her life go closer and closer to nothing?
Excuse Errors...
The only time I'll change errors is if they're major. Other than that, I won't change until the end.
"Morning." O said when I walked in the kitchen. "Hey." I went in the fridge, grabbed my fruit salad, then went to sit in my spot on the couch.
"You straight? You pretty quiet." He says.
"Yeah I'm fine." Only thing is that I wasn't. Last night, I guess he accidentally butt dialed me, long story short, I heard a lot of moans and groans. I was hurt because he was just saying how he was attracted to me, yet he's fucking someone else.
I know that I shouldn't be mad, I shouldn't even care. But I do. Over time, I couldn't help but to be indulged by his looks or by the way he acts. I felt as if tho we connected. With the kiss yesterday, I figured maybe something would've happened when we got back from his parents', only for my thoughts to be let down.
"D talk to me." I sighed.
"I thought you liked me." I said, looking away from him. "I mean I'm attracted to you-" I cut him off.
"But you don't like me. That's why you went to fuck that girl last night. Ha, I'm so stupid." I took my time getting off the couch.
"Draya-" I shook my head no.
"Don't worry about it Orlando. You're not interested. I understand." I put my fruit salad back in the refrigerator, grabbed some Ritz crackers and a Jupiña soda, and went towards the stairs.
"I got it." I spoke when the doorbell rang.
"Wassup baby momma." I rolled my eyes at Orlando's teammate and best friend Tashard.
"Boy if you don't get on." He laughed, pulling me into a hug. "You smell nice." He inhaled my neck.
"Move!" I pushed him off of me and he laughed. "Hey y'all." I greeted the rest of the guys then closed the door.
"D we finna be on the court." I nodded my head. I never understood why football players always playing basketball and vice versa.
"Naw I'ma be upstairs with my baby momma." I ignored Tashard and went my way.
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"Why you be acting like you don't want a nigga?" I rolled my eyes, getting in my bed.
"It's not an act." I told him. "Why you won't give me a chance?" He sat next to me.
"Maybe because I'm pregnant and don't know you nor do I know the reasons why you trying." I opened my crackers and my soda, placing the soda on my night stand.
"Man who cares if ya pregnant. I wanna go on a date withcu." "Mhm." I mumbled, eating my snacks.
"I'm serious." I looked at him and noticed it in his face. I sighed, looking at the tv.
"Let's go right now."
"Aren't you supposed to be outside on the court?" I asked him.
"It was an odd number anyways. Let's go." He pulled off the bed and pushed me in my closet.
