Travi$
"Nawl, no funny. Why is this fool calling your line?"
Robyn laid silent and motionless, unsure of what to say I guess.
"Robyn, that was a question."
Again, she let the phone ring and stayed silent.
I'm over it.
So I got up off of her and located my draws in the dark room before putting my joggers and my shirt back on.
Right when I thought ol' girl was just going to let me leave , she spoke up.
"You're acting like you and I are together or some shit."
Damn, hurting my heart already.
Nobody felt the need to turn a light on, so it was still fairly dark. I watched her black, naked silhouette sit up on the bed.
"But regardless of our business," her finger waved between her and I, "he did a photo shoot with me not to long ago and asked for my number. He called me pretty." She smiled at the last part.
I called you pretty too . *eyeroll*
"But of all people, you choose Aubrey?" I argued.
"That's like me questioning you on who you like and want to fuck with." I could see her frown through the darkness. She crossed her arms.
You, dumb bitch. I want to fuck with you.
"Questioning me on who I like and want to fuck with would only leave me answering questions about you. I thought you felt the same but I should've know that I couldn't bag someone like you. So I'll leave now instead of letting shit blow over like it has in the past. Bye Robyn."
I clenched my jaw and walked out of her bedroom with all of my belongings. Too much has happened between that little light-skinned fucker and I for me to even want to try this time, it's not worth it at all.
Robyn called after me.
"Jac wait, what the fuck are you speaking about? Jac! Jacques, fuckin wait." She tried. I just ignored her and sped out of her house.
There goes the shit.
Later that day.
"Yea dawg, so that shits dead." I spoke behind a beer.
"That's crazy though, it seemed like she was down for the whole entire get down with you." Thug replied, before taking a long drag of a blunt. I just sighed and nodded.
"It's always him, I swear. Every time I fuck with or want to fuck with a girl, he's always there tryna fuck things up." I explain like Thug doesn't already know the story, well stories. Thug has been my guy for some years now, he's knows the real.
"Fuck Drake, no funny. If I were you, I'd bust a few caps in his right nostril." He replied. I chuckled at his everlasting stupidity.
"You wouldn't do shit pussy boy. You blow my dick better than you blow caps."
He just glared at me, mad as hell. Just looking at him made me double over in laughter. I literally cried.
"Ha, ha, fucking ha. Keep insulting me, how bout I just let Aubrey play you out?" He said.
"Chill, chill. You got it dawg." I calmed down, and chugged the rest of my beer.
I got up off the couch and wandered to the kitchen for another beer. On the fridge was a paper that had to do with tour and show dates. I skimmed through it.
"Damn." I whispered, a little surprised.
I grabbed my beer and left the kitchen, returning to my rightful spot on the couch.
"We have a show tomorrow." I told Thug. He nodded and said he knew.
"How?" I questioned.
"What you mean how?" Boss sent it in a group iMessage, and the paper has been up all week.
Where has my head been?
"Damn. Just damn." I said more to myself than anything.
"You're definitely in the mood to do a show tomorrow." He spoke sarcastically.
"My dick." I rolled my eyes and flicked him off. "I'm going to sleep."
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Heyy ,
Do good, Be great, Bless up. (And excuse any typos)
-Adriana 💖
