ride. ( dreezy & 21 savage )

23) Explanation... Argument

I swear, she kills me tryna see the face on her phone case😩 I'm gone die tryna figure out who that is, lmao😂😂(no it's not her and you can tell)

Seandrea Sledge:

My heart dropped when I got a call from Shayaa. I knew my ass was a stale burnt lil piece of toast. "Hello?" I said slowly.

"Don't 'hello' me, you know exactly why I called you." Shayaa said.

I put my keys down on the table. I had just got back in my apartment. "Shayaa, it's- I uh..." I trailed off.

"I thought we said you wasn't a hoe. I said I wouldn't find nobody else no matter what. You said the same thing. So what's with this shit up on instagram? Hit me with that two months shit. I dare you to." Shayaa said.

"Shayaa, I can explain..." I said, my voice cracking. Tears fell from my eyes. I really shouldn't have been crying. It was my own fault.

"So, explain." Shayaa said.

"He took me out after I left your house a-and I went to his crib and he asked if I wanted to try it again and he kissed me." I said, so fast he probably didn't hear me.

He obviously did, judging from his answer. "He didn't just kiss you. You let him. That picture I saw hurt me. And you really fucked my feelings." Shayaa said.

"Shayaa, I--"

"Shayaa nothing. If you gone diss me like that, we might as well should've never had anything going on in the first place " Shayaa said.

That's when I officially broke down. I hung up and sunk on the couch and cried. Not because me and Shayaa were obviously done and he hated me but because of what he had said about how we shouldn't of had anything in the first place.

I knew I shouldn't be crying over niggas but I had a heart for Shayaa. He was different. I sobbed and my shoulders jerked as I cried into the pillow. Somebody knocked on the door. I wiped my face and got up to get it. Luckily it was just Imani because I looked like straight shit. "Hey--oh." Imani said.

I sniffed. I locked the door and Imani sat down on the couch. I sat down across from her and hugged the pillow I cried into. "What happened?" Imani asked.

"I fucked all the way up." I said.

"Don't tell me it's about Shayaa." Imani said.

I smashed my face back into the pillows at the sound of his name and continued sobbing. "I want him back..." I wailed.

Imani tried to console me. "He never wanted me anyway." I wailed again.

"Dre,--"

"I'm a fucking hoe!" I sobbed.

"Hoe, hold up. Seandrea you ain't no hoe." Imani said.

"I cheated." I mumbled, still crying.

"You did?"

"I cheated on him with Hakeem..." I sobbed.

"Hakeem?"

"Yes!" I cried.

"Dre..."

"He said we shouldn't of had anything in the first place." I wailed.

"Wait, hold up, take it back three steps, now that's what ends this shit." Imani said.

"No, what ends it is the hypothetical situation of me cheating on him and stabbing him in the back." I sobbed.

"Dre, come on." Imani pleaded.

"I can't, I can't, I fucking can't!" I sobbed. I was an emotional wreck.

If Imani could understand how hard that hit me emotionally, she could understand why I was in this physical state. "Dre, just forget about it. Say fuck him." Imani said.

"I can't, it wasn't his fault." I said.

"Come on Dre." Imani said.

"You just said that." I whined.

"You ain't a hoe. It was only one dude." Imani said.

"My EX Imani, my EX." I said.

"And?"

"Me and Hakeem wasn't supposed to have anything after that. He blew shit up on instagram." I said.

"It's one dude. And you act like you haven't done that to Javon." Imani said.

"This is Shayaa we talking about. He's different." I said.

"Well if it was like that, why cheat?"

"That didn't help anything, Imani." I said. The only person that would understand would be Dej. Of course she was gone at the right moment.

"Okay, okay. But think of it like this... have you tried apologizing?" Imani said.

"Imani that is damn near the most rhetorical question in the history of history." I said.

Imani handed me a tissue. I wiped my face and sniffed. "Okay, did he say he hated you?"

"No but if anything, his tone of voice did. When he said he shouldn't have fucked with me anyway. He was basically calling me a hoe, without calling me a hoe." I said.

"Dre, he might have--"

"Imani, I know what he meant. You don't have to break it down for me, it isn't going to make me feel any better. We agreed I wasn't gone be a hoe. I fucked up shit forreal." I said.

"Seandrea, is there anything I can do to help cause I can't find out on my own." Imani said.

"Call Chy." I said.

Imani called Chy. "Hello... yeah this Imani...I need you over here real quick.... it's Dre... Shayaa....okay." Imani hung up.

Chy was over there shortly. "So you said something about Shayaa? Cause she doesn't usually cry over niggas." Chy said.

"It's different." I said.

"What happened?" Chy asked.

"I cheated on him. I went out with Hakeem and he blew it up on Instagram." I said.

"You did that to Javon." Chy reminded me.

"I know. He's different." I repeated.

"So why are you crying if you did it?" Chy said.

"He said we shouldn't of had anything in the first place." I said.

I sniffed and wiped my face again. "Alright, now that fucked it up." Chy said.

"Nah, I shouldn't of let Hakeem lead me off guard. He fucked up my relationship, I should've known." I said. Chy had basically reiterated everything Imani had said.

"Try talking to Hakeem." Chy said.

"And let him run over me again? Hell no." I said.

Hi y'all.

I know y'all want to maul me because I left y'all in suspense on chapter 22😂 I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but...

They had that argument.

Should Shayaa have said what he said?

And Hakeem and his instagram post??

Where they at now??😱

I'm enjoying my slimness in my stomach trying #fttea ❤❤☕🍵

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(excuse mistakes, my lazy ass decided not to edit today😂😂)

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