buzzin | lil yachty ❤️

16 • keep it real

I thought this picture could help someone today. :)
But this chapter...drama 😜

• ANASTASIA •

After driving in the car with Mark for about 10 minutes, we had finally arrived at IHOP.

How ironic.

I didn't see Miles truck so I guessed we were at another IHOP which made me extremely happy because God knows I didn't want Miles to see me with him at the place he was just about to take me out to. I grabbed my book bag and grabbed the handle of the door before it was yanked opened. Mark smiled and waited for me to get out the car.

"Thanks." I mumbled after I got out and adjusted my skirt.

We walked into the restaurant and found a table to sit at.

I slid in the cold booth and placed my bag next to me.

"So what you want to talk about?"

Mark had his hands on the table and I eyed his appearance. He did look nice today even though it's different from what I usual saw him in. He looked really casual.

His white tee and small gold chain was dangling from his neck with a Jesus head attached to it.

"How's your day?" He was looking at the menu while he asked.

I scrunched up my eyebrows and was getting annoyed again.

If it's one thing I hate, it's when you ask someone a question and they ignore you.

Like when you text a nigga asking multiple questions but they only decide to answer one of them? Yeah, annoying.

"Didn't you just hear me ask you that question?"

He looked up at me with a raised eyebrow then back down at the menu with a small chuckle.

"I did. But I can't see how you doing?"

"You could've did that on the phone." I rolled my eyes.

He moved the menu out the way and sat back while staring at me. The fuck was he staring at?

"You really annoying my life right now."

"Why you dating that ugly nigga?" He quickly asked me.

"Wooow," a non humorous laugh left my mouth and I grabbed my bag to look for my phone.

"What are you doing?" He grabbed my bag but I snatched it away from his grip.

I was heated right now.

"Don't touch my shit bruh!" I threw my bag in the seat and unlocked my phone to call Miles. I wanted to leave.

"Calm yo dramatic ass down man!" He swiftly took my phone from my hand.

"Mark..." I lowered my voice.

He shoved my phone in his joggers pocket and I sat back, frustrated.

"Chill out, I didn't even do nothing."