Detroit. •b.t.• (Completed)

26

Sage

"I'm sick of listening to y'all shit-chat" Covonte declared, throwing his hands up in the air.

"It's chit-chat, stupid" Keisha replied smartly, popping her gum.

"Not when y'all do it"

"Well your stupid self shouldn't have come. You knew that it would be just me and Sage"

"Sage" Bryson called my name from behind me.

Just hearing him say my name brought butterflies to my stomach.

"Excuse me" I said before following Bryson.

He led me to his room and closed his door.

Did he forget about the open door policy?

Of course not.

"You ready to talk about that nigga?"

"No" I said, sounding harsher than intended.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?"

"I don't want you in my business. My old business at that"

"Well ya new and current business wanna know what's going on. Why you actin' like this, boo?"

"I'm sorry" I mumbled, shifting my eyes to the floor.

He lifted my chin, and made me look him in the eyes.

"Tell me about it" He spoke softly.

His tongue glided over his thick lips slowly and it was mesmerizing.

"Genevieve's brother-"

"Your ex" He clarified, making me nod my head slowly. "Who's Genevieve?"

"Her father works for mine. She currently attends my old school"

He nodded his head.

"Grayson and I used to go out until we decided to break up"

"Why?"

I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to speak anymore.

My throat went dry and I swallowed hard.

Dramatic, yes.

I couldn't help it though.

"What did Grayson do to you, Sage? He put his hands on you?"

I quickly shook my head. "No, no. It wasn't like that"

"What was it like then?"

"It just- he wasn't supportive of me as a human being or an artist"

I felt the tears slide down my cheeks.

This was the first time that I had ever cried around Bryson.

I was embarrassed.

"Emotional abuse?"

I nodded.

"That's why y'all broke up?"

"He took my virginity, broke up with me in front of my so called friends, and then told my father"

His whole facial expression changed after that. "He took it, or you gave it to him?"

"I gave it to him, but-"

"You was pressured?"

"I didn't think that I had a choice" I whispered.

His arms wrapped around me and he walked us over to his bed before sitting us down.