Love Hurts (Lesbian Story) -Completed-[Editing]

Chapter 3

   I ain't know what to do. I run up behind her as she is about to open the door and wrap my arms around her waist pulling her into me.

   "Slow down, baby girl-" I whisper  in her ear.

   Just as I did this, the door of the movie opens on us and out comes Destiny's a*s. Wide eyes, dropped jaw; the whole 'surprised face' package. I don't move from the position I am currently in. Just reviewed the entire situation all over in my head.

  I'm salty as hell.

  "Rahjaè?" Destiny spoke. "Who is this?!"

   She looked Bekka up and down. Which caused Bekka to look at me. I just said the first thing that came to mind.

   "Who are YOU?!" I asked.

   "What you mean, 'who am I'?!" She questioned, growing louder with each word. "I'm your mf'ing girlfriend. Now who the f*ck is this T.H.O.T?!"

  Here we go with this 'Thot' word.

   "Excuse me?" Bekka exclaimed as she backed out of my reach and looked at me, then at Destiny.

   "I don't even know you, girl!" I kept lying, as if it would work.

   "F*ck naw. Yo' lyin' a*s." Destiny snapped at me. "I can't stand you!"

   She poked her stubby finger into my shoulder as she spoke.

   "Aye, keep calm. It ain't even what it look like!" I reassured the both of them.

  "Well what is it then?!" Bekka and Destiny said, in unison.

    By that time, we had drawn up a small crowd of people including a security guard who approached us and said that  he has been getting some complaints so we should leave. We all ignored him.

   Right now I had to think. 'Which girl do I want the most?'

  "Bekka, this girl is just an old friend, man." I quickly lied to Bekka, grabbing her hand. "She crazy."

   Out of no where, this girl Destiny done slapped my dumb a*s hard as fu'ck. I must have lost my sanity after that. I launched at her but the security guard immediately grabbed me.

  "Girl, I ought to fu'ck yo' lil' a*s up!" I'm hipped, ready to stomp her face in. "Fu'ck wrong wit' you!"

   I'm so pissed off at this point, I'm doing all I can to get this security guard off me. I just wanted to reach out and choke Destiny to death for putting her hands on me. She know better. She know how I get. She know how I can be. I'm so heated, I know my light caramel complexion is turning bright red.

   The guard, who is at least 2 feet taller than I am, has flung me into the wall.

   "Young man, you better calm down before I have to hand cuff ya', na'." He snapped in my ear.

   I could hear a country accent beneath his raspy voice.

   "Iight', iight'! Let me go, man! You hurtin' me!" I yelled, my face smudged against the wall.

   He let me go and told me to leave. I turned around to find that both Bekka and Destiny were gone. I just adjusted my fit and walked out the place.

   I need a smoke after that ordeal. So I hop in my ride, light a blunt and just sit there. Eventually, I begin to laugh about this drama I just created, rubbing my sore cheek.

  "Ima' fu'ckin' jerk." I said to myself as I laughed.

   I then started up my car and pulled out of the parking lot. I turned up the radio and got to vibing to my station.

    'My True game and My shoe game, you can't touch that shyt''

   'B'tch steady hollin' bout fuck me, naw' fu'ck that b;tch.'

   'Fu'ck dat b'tch, fu'ck dat b'tch, fu'ck dat b'tch.'

   'B'tch steady hollin' bout fuck me, naw' fu'ck that b;tch.'

   And I'm just saying, fu'ck that b'tch, with a big Koo-Aid smile on my face.