Chapter Three:
I was literally perplexed at what he said. I didn't know if he was rejecting me or what. My heart raced at the thought of replying to him. I had no idea of what he thought this was but I was definitely about to show him what it wasn't. He had me fucked up and I wanted him to know that.
"Wtf do you mean you don't know? And don't call me shorty you know I hate that shit. And I'm not ready for you? I would've never asked the question if I wasn't? Damn is this just a game to you? Are you even feeling me? Whatever. It's fine. I'm at home." I felt myself getting defensive. I never cursed at him but he had to know I was hurt. I imagined being his girlfriend and this nigga was playing me. He was 19 talking like he was 36. Within seconds he responded. "I wanna come see you, and we can talk about this in person". Boy did I have a weak spot for him. Just him saying he wanted to come see me gave me hope. He sent me off last week but he did apologize. I forgave him to an extent but I was still kinda mad about it. Whatever. I sent him my address and he says he'll be here in 15 minutes. Fuuuuuuck. Why the fuck was he coming over so fast. Shit. Wtf was I gonna put on. Luckily I had took a bath the night before so I wasn't funky or nothing. I did a quick two minute shower and dashed to my room. I honestly didn't have shit to put on and I didn't even know what type of look I was going for. I grabbed a pair of my favorite jeans and a simple grey tshirt all from Forever 21. I didn't know what shoes to put on because in all honesty I didn't have many to choose from. I just put on a pair of moccasins because he wasn't anybody to impress. I went to the mirror and looked at my head it was a hot ass mess. I had some inches in my head but it still looked fucked up. I ran my brush thru It a couple of times and brushed my leave out down and my head still looked fucked up. I found a hat and put it on. Soon as I was going to sit down my phone went off. It was him. "I'm downstairs". Was he tryna come up or should I go down? Caught in my thoughts he texted me again. "Come downstairs shorty". I was nervous as shit. I peeked out the window to see an all black 2016 Jeep outside. This nigga Had fucking money is all I could think. I was dressed basic as hell and I immediately regretted giving him my address. I had completely forgot that my read receipts were on. Zzz.. My phone went off. "Yo, I'm finna come up since you don't wanna come down, what floor you on?" Not thinking I told him the 6th floor. Shit. What did I just do? No he couldn't come up here to this tight ass apartment. Fuck. I had to go, soon as I grabbed my keys off my dresser I headed to the door. My mom wasn't home from work yet so I didn't have to let her know I was leaving. As I was locking the door to the apartment I seen something moving from the corner of my eye. Was it him? My heart began to race. Shit. Literally I felt like I needed to shit bricks. I needed to go back inside. Soon as I unlocked the door to go back in he approached me. "Do you know someone named Kya". His voice sounded good as fuck. I couldn't look at him because if he looked how he sounded we would be fucking. "Excuse me" he said. I was stuck. "Never mind, thanks though". And with that he started walking away. "I'm Kya" I said a bit above a whisper. He turned around. "What?" "I'm Kya" Still I hadn't turned around. He literally walked right up on me and I could smell this niggas breathe. It smelled minty and good as fuck. "You gonna turn around so I could see you shorty?" His question was funny because I didn't plan on it. "I don't bite". With that assurance I turned around and looked up at him.
