ride. ( dreezy & 21 savage )

55) Consideration

Well, that was a lie. I knew I dropped my phone over there when I went to talk to Shayaa. So I went back across the street, knocked on the door and Shayaa opened it and handed me my phone. Then I went back across the street.

I found my blunt and lighter and muted the TV like the usual.

I called Leland and he came over and laid me down ( you know what I mean ). I came a few times then told him to spin.

Once I was alone, I slowly smoked another blunt, and poured a glass of champagne. I got drunk while scrolling through my Twitter feed and ended up crying myself to sleep. I felt and looked like utter shit in the morning but I once again managed to depart the confinement of my comforter and pillows, because of Chy knocking on the door.

I yanked on my black pyramid sweatpants and answered the door. "Oh Jesus." Chy said, looking down at me.

"Syrup." I muttered. I trudged to the kitchen and threw away the empty champagne bottle and rinsed out the glass I had used yesterday. Then I dumped my ash tray and met Chy back in the living room.

"Why is my life so fucked up?" I asked, hugging Chy.

"Can't tell you that." Chy said.

"Where's my muffin?" I asked.

"At her father's." Chy said.

"You could've brought my muffin." I said.

"I didn't know you needed me." Chy said.

"I do." I said.

"What did you do last night?"

"From end to beginning. I got drunk, smoked another blunt, rode Leland's face and dick, smoked a blunt and found out that my former boyfriend had six other girls on his line, four of which, he told them he was single." I said.

"One, I didn't want to hear about you and Leland's sexual intercourse, and two, Shayaa did you dirty." Chy said.

"You said tell me what you did last night." I said.

"Not as clearly as 'I rode Leland's face and dick.'" Chy said.

"You want me to tell you how I lowered myself onto his face and he flicked his tongue and--"

"Okay damn, I get it." Chy said.

"The important thing is that I'm single until I really hook up with Leland." I said.

"Damn." Chy said

I broke the jumpman chain off my neck for the second time, breaking the clasp this time. "This won't back on my neck again." I said.

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"F-fuck..." I moaned. I fell off of Leland, my stomach clenched and I rolled over to the wall. I didn't want to get my orgasm today, I just wanted to melt off this stress and weed energy.

I tried to catch my breath. "Why you hop off, shaugty?" Leland asked.

"Ian tryna cum today." I said.

"That's different." He said.

"I know." I said. I rolled over again and felt on the nightstand for the switch to turn on the lamp. Even the soft light of the lamp hurt my eyes, from being in the dark for so long.

I looked over at Leland, biting my lip. He was under the covers with his arms over his eyes but you could still clearly see his boner. Lord Jesus, I know I gave Shayaa boners, but damn.

Then my mind jumped back to Shayaa.

I wondered if he was thinking about me. Probably not, most likely fucking Tink or some shit.

I had changed his name to Shayaa Joseph in my contacts. Yes, I'm that petty. I almost texted him but I didn't. Leland got up to go to the bathroom, tossing the condom. I froze. Three things, one, I don't remember him putting one on. Two  that thing looks like he didn't even unroll it and three, did he bust before I did because I never came.

"Leland?" I yelled.

"Yeah bae." Leland responded.

"Did you nut?" I asked.

"Yeah, once. Why?" He asked and I heard the shower turn on.

"When?" I ignored his other question.

"Like thirty seconds before you hopped off." He said, and I heard the shower curtain screech at the contact of the steel shower rod.

I sat there. Then I went to the downstairs bathroom and took a shower. I let the warm air relax my tight muscles. That is until I felt cold air. "Damn, you can't stay away huh?" I said.

"Nah, I need something outta here." He said. I was lucky the fog blurred his view of me. Unlike the bathroom upstairs, downstairs had glass sliding doors.

We both laughed and I grabbed my towel off the rack as Leland closed the door. I dried myself off and made my way up the stairs quickly before Leland saw me.

Once I was fit in my Nike shorts and a tank top, I checked my phone. I nearly rolled my eyes when I saw a text message from Shayaa.

Can we talk ? I just want you back in my life again . Call me

And I did. "Hello?" He said.

"So you want me back in your life huh?" I started.

"Yeah." Shayaa said.

"You want me back in your life when you were the one who fucked it up? Sorry but not, nigga you better get off the damn pot." I spat.

"Seandrea, I know you don't care and that's why I wanted to talk to you. I just wanted to work this out." Shayaa said.

"No thank you, if you wantcha ass kissed, call Tink, cause iant finna sit here and let you think you finna talk me back into a relationship with you." I replied.

"Seandrea, has anybody told you that you can be extra bitchy sometimes?" Shayaa said.

"And does it look like I give a fuck?" I said.

"I knew you didn't. Dumb question." Shayaa said.

"You wasting my time." I said, flicking lint off of my acrylics.

Shayaa came up with forty thousand more excuses, so I hung up on him and told myself two things.

1) I'm a damn mess.
2) Love is a big ass lie

Hai ❤🐶

Still didn't get my computer .

But there will be a sequel 🐸😆 you just have to wait . I'm gone drop the sequel like 2-3 days after I end this book . Imma let you see the cover in the next chapter.

The end of this book is going to piss you off 😊

Shout-out to @_Leahh for the advice ❤😘

Buh bye 🐯