He's That Thug

♥ Chapter Fifteen ♥

I stood outside the door, debating on weather or not I should knock on it. It wasn't that hard of a decision, actually. What I was really trying to figure out if I should be there when the door opens up. Just don't think about it.

Knock Knock.

I stood there, arms crossed, feeling uncomfortable. I should have never come. Things are bad between us and I said things..I should leave. Like, right now before the door opens. I should slowly back up, slowly...slowly...

The door swung open. Shit.

"What are you doing here?" She looked sad, and slightly annoyed. Her hair was in its normal curly state, but she looked different. Her eyes lost their spark, her face seemed duller.

I tried to give her a smile, but it looked like a grimace. I looked to the ground. "I, um, wanted to talk to you."

"Why?"

I don't know how to answer that one. "Because--"

"You'd think you were finished calling me a bitch." She cut me off. The problem with our friendship is that we're too much alike. "So obviously there is something you haven't called me. A whore? A thot? A bad friend, possibly. Ion know. Maybe I can look up other names, and send it too you. Feel free to call me which ever one you want. That shouldn't be a problem for you."

"God, shut up for a fucking second!"

I get it. I was a bad friend. I treated her wrong. I get it.

"Fuck you."

She tried to slam the door shut, but I want having it. I stopped it from fully closing and then pushed past her, into her livingroom.

"Get the hell out!"

"Listen, Symone. Im sorry. I was in a bad place. My dad had just killed himself in front of me!"

She shook her head. "Naw, mane. I coulda been there for you. Instead you pushed me out. Ion know bout you, but I'm done with your bullshit."

Now I was getting heated. How she gon do that to me?! Bullshit? My dad made me believe I was the reason my mother was dead. Then he committed suicide right in front of me. Excuse me for not feeling too fucking happy!

"I didn't want anyone's  help! I wanted my mom! I wanted my dad to stand up and say he forgives me. I want to forgive him. But I cant. I will never forgive him for what he did to me."

"And I understand that!  Buy you said some hurtful shit. You really did me wrong, and you supposedto be my best friend! You suppose to trust me."

I groaned. I know. I know. What can I fucking say? I fucked up. I get it. I ruined things with me Symone and me and Anthony. Vincent had me sitting bricks last night. I just don't wanna deal with no more fuckery. I'm finished with it.

"What you want me to say B? I dont know. I'm sorrry."

Sone shook her head sadly. "You really hurt me, mane. You really did."

"Im--"

"Sorry, I know," She cut me off with a smile on her face. "Let's just move on, yeah?"

I smile, wrapping my arms around her. "Yeah."

"So," she sighed. "You patched shit up with me. What about Anthony?"

I shrug. "I'll talk to him when I can. Look, I gotta go.  I just wanted to come make peace and shit. So we good?"

"Yeah, we good."

"Aiight."

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