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21/Ch. 11

".....Alright. I'm on my way."

I started to wake up at the end of his conversation.

"Good Morning?"

"I'm about to make a quick run somewhere. Be sexy by the time I come back home."

I grabbed his arm before he could get out of bed to get dressed.

"Where are you going?"

"Right now, I really wanna go get your toothbrush and toothpaste."

"It's too damn early to be playing like that!"

"It's too damn late in the afternoon for your breath to kick like that, too, shit. It's almost 1."

"Are you fucking serious?"

"What did I tell you about your mouth?"

"Kiss me and it'd stay closed."

"Can I, at least, pop an Altoid in there, first?"

"Never mind, shit. Bye. Leave and stay gone."

He got up.

"Be careful for what you wish for."

"Don't play, Rakim."

"And don't stay like that all day."

"What do you mean stay like this? Your breath ain't the best right now, either."

He kissed my cheek.

"Happy?"

"Nigga, bye."

He got dressed and left while I started my morning routine.

He should know that I'm not a morning person.
*************

It's 6 o'clock and he's still not back. I'd cleaned myself up, curled my hair, and waited 5 hours for his ass.

I didn't call him and he didn't call me. I'm getting really irritated.
.......

It's 8 and I hear the locks being turned. Here his ugly ass come....with Brandon and Paul. He KNOWS that I don't really like his friends. Brandon doesn't do anything but start and spread shit. Paul is a player...all of them are, but I held Rakim down and Paul is mixed and bitches are all over him.

I had on black booty shorts, an orange sports bra, and my cheetah-print house shoes.

"Wassup, Elle," both of his friends greeted.

"Hey...Rakim?"

"What?"

"Where were you?"

"You wanted to know?"

"Didn't I just ask?"

"You didn't call, so you wouldn't wanna know. I came to change my clothes. I'm going to be out all night."

"Doing what?"

"Enjoying myself."

He went to the bedroom and I followed, closing the door.

"You could start respecting me in front of your friends."

"Quit questioning me in front of them."

I'm furious, but the fact that he's changing his shirt right now is lifting the mood.

"You couldn't even answer my question."

"And?"

"Where were you?"

"Out! Shit.."

"Just answer the damn question!"

"There's nothing to answer."

"I swear, I fucking hate your bitch ass."

"I bet you do."

"Ughh!"

I stormed out the room, back to the living room with Brandon and Paul, who was eating snacks that they didn't even buy!

"What y'all arguing for this time?"

"It's none of yo damn business, Brandon."

I grabbed my phone and dialed Nikki, my bestest friend.

"Hey, Elle."

"Can you pick me up? I'm at Rakim's apartment."

"Sure. I'm on my way."

We hung up and Rakim was coming out of the room. Why is he so dressed? 2 gold chains, a white tee, camo pants, and Timbalands...wtf?!

"Who you just got off the phone with?"

"Why are you so dressed?"

"Aye. I'll meet y'all at the car," he addressed his company.

They left and he turned back to me.

"Baby, where you going?"

"Tell me where you're going, first!"

"You so goddamn stubborn and mean. I'm going out to get drunk and shit."

"Why?"

"Because I can. Where you going?"

"Out of this damn house. Why would I stay here alone?"

"Because if I said that you would, then you will."

"You fucking work my nerves!"

He came up to me and kissed my lips. The world started to spin from my mixed emotions.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'll call you later on. I love you."

"Fuck it."

We went our different ways.