Aria and Aubrey { A TLS} : Book Two

Chapter Eighteen: Hypocrite Niggas

A/N: So like, let me ask ya'll a reall ass question forreal. Like do you guys even like the story? I feel myself falling off heavily and I'm just like..UGH. Like, I'm stressin' my fuckin' ass off with this because I want my writing to be good and spark reactions from people :/ Not just to be skimmed. I don't know, but let me know what you think seriously. I want to hear your honest opinions, no holding back. Let me know in the comments.

--Monday Afternoon--

--Aria's POV--

I’ve been staying at Tammy’s house for the past week now, just lounging around and eating ramen noodles like crazy. I haven’t been going to school, nor have I been in contact with Ace. The only people that I’ve spoken to were Tammy, my mom, and Aubrey. I know I should probably be mad at him for getting me into this damn situation, considering the flowers and such, but I just couldn’t do it. Most of the fault was on me, no one else.

As I laid on the couch watching re-runs of Jerry Springer, I thought about what Aubrey was doing at the moment. Maybe I should give him a call...I just need someone to talk to. Nothing major. I grabbed my phone off the coffee table and punched in Aubrey’s number. I put it on speaker while the phone rung.

“Hello?”

I smiled at Aubrey’s deep voice...that shit gave me chills every time I heard it. “Hey, what are you doing right now?”

“Uh, nothing. Why?”

“Nah, I just...I’m just sitting here bored as hell. I don’t know what to do or who to talk to.”

He shifted his position before responding. “C’mon Ari, it’can’t be that bad.”

“Nigga, I’m watching re-runs of Jerry Springer.”

“Oh Damn.”

I giggled. “I know, I know. I figured I’d call you because I wanted to talk. If you’re busy that’s okay...”

“Nah, I’m not busy. Wassup?”

“Well, as you know, Ace and I are having a little fight right now. Or well, let’s just say he’s punishing me. It’s complete torture Aubs. I swear, not being around him makes me want to puke.”

Aubrey laughed before speaking to me. “Aria, seriously? You’re still sweating over that nigga? Man, let him be. If he’s mad at you because of some silly shit, then let him go. He’s not worth it. You’ve been at Tammy’s house for a whole week! Over some flowers? Fuck out of here with that.”

I bit my lip. I forgot to tell Aubrey that Ace was actually mad at me for the fact that he and I slept together. I knew that if I told Aubrey, he’d get a big head and start acting like a “shot caller” again. I hated that side of him, even though all sides are cute, it was just that one I hated indefinitely. “Haha, Yeah I know. Let’s talk about something else though, because this is just bringing me down even more. How’s Ezabel? I bet she looks just like Sonya.”

It got quiet for a minute before Aubrey spoke up. “Y-Yeah, Eza’s fine. To be honest, I think she looks more like me. Then again, you haven’t seen her yet so...”

“Send me a picture! I want to see that little girl so bad Aubrey...it’s kind of nice to think about you being a good father figure towards her.”

He chuckled and then answered me, “Yeah I know. I just wish she had the best mother figure right now. Oh, and I will don’t worry.”

I furrowed my eyebrows at what he just said. The right mother figure? The hell? “Aubrey, what do you mean? Isn’t Sonya there taking care of her with you?”