Mixed Girl Problems

H O E S

Me and DeAndre sat at the dinner table eating the breakfast he cooked. It was so good.

"It taste yummy babe" I said as looking up at him. He nodded as texting on his phone. He began to chuckled and I dropped my fork loosing my appetite.

I know DeAndre so well that I can tell who he's talking to just from his tone of voice and the way he laughs.

"You're talking to Hazel aren't you?" I asked. He looked up at me angrily.

"Mind your business babe." He replied.

"Oh for real?!" I yelled.

"Why you always doing this shit. I can't deal with that jealous shit."

"I'm not jealous bitch I'm mad because you keep texting that ho after I asked you to stop."

"She ain't no ho"

"Oh so now you defending her?!"

"You always twisting up my words and making shit more than it is! You ain't gonna tell me what the fuck to do"

" You're the one flirting with her my nig! You see that bitch every single day at school telling her she the reason why you go. How the fuck that sound?! Please tell me! Since I'm making shit more than it is! The fuck I look stupid to you?!"

"She just my friend!"

"You choosing hoes over your education now... You choosing hoes over me now... It's cool I hope she worth it"

I walked out as knocking his phone out of his hand.

He quickly came up behind me holding my hands behind my back.

"Why we can't ever just have a day without arguing?" He asked as holding me.

"Because you're a fucking whore." I replied.

He let go off me shaking his head clearly hurt.

"I'm not sorry either" I said as shrugging. " You don't know how to have a normal conversation with bitches. You don't know boundaries"

"I'm sorry babe I'm working on it. I really am." He replied trying to hug me. I quickly pushed him away.

"Prove it nigga. Actions speak louder than words and all I been hearing out your ass is bullshit on top of more bullshit so prove it. That's when I'll believe that you're truly sorry until then suck a fucking dick bitch."

I walked away with anger taking over my body. I felt like killing him and then feeding his body to pigs.

I'm so tired of all this bullshit. The craziest part is he really wonders why I don't trust him. All he gives me is reasons to not trust him, all this never ending flirting. It's too stressful for me, I feel like he should be the one person I should be able to run to when I'm stressed but he's the one causing most of it.

In this moment all I could think of is calling Carlos. But I'm not going to, I'm not DeAndre I'm not going to throw away my morals just to one up him.

He walked in holding a bag of weed and 2 pineapple flavored wraps; my favorite.

I smiled and rolled my eyes.

"You're bribing me with weed now?" I asked.

"Yup." He replied.

His phone then began to ring, it was his mom.