Quavious Marshall ( Quavo Huncho) got a past that might be an effect on his future that may break hearts, hurt or may even kill people.....find out what happens 🤦🏽♀️
sex , violence , drug use, romance,drama , etc.
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My phone starts to ring rapidly as it laid on the night stand. I sat up looking at the caller ID seeing "Quavo" appears on the screen. I sat all the way wiping off the vanilla ice off my face sitting the bowl to the side and picking up the phone answering it.
"Hello?" I say quickly. " Wassup with it ? Its Saturday.....you still looking forward to our friendly date?" He asks.
I cleared my throat. "Uh...yeah sure..where would this be taking place?" I questioned. "Look just let me come swoop you and it can be a little surprise." He says.
I frowned. "A surprise? Oh no, I HATE surprises." I say. He began to chuckle. "Look where you at?" He asks. I paused for a second thinking if I should let him know.
" I'm at the Marriott hotel." I mumbled. " Well does 5 o'clock sound good?" He asks. "Yeah sure."
I stood up looking at myself in the mirror. "Ew.." I mumbled. "Huh?" I heard Quavo say. "Oh! Um nothing. 5 is just fine, k bye." I rushed .
I flat iron my hair and put on my brand new dress that I had bought a few weeks ago, once I put it on and got my hair together.
My phone started to ring and I immediately answered it thinking it was Quavo. "Here I come, you here at the Marriott right? I'm on my way out" I say quickly hanging up .
I hopped around putting on my heels rushing out of my hotel room. I made my way outside looking around for him, but I seen him nowhere.
I frowned pulling out my phone calling him. After two rings he answered. "Hello? You ready?" He says.
"Yeah, I thought you called earlier and I thought you were already outside." I say confused.
He chuckled. "Nah, I didn't call. But I am on my way ." He says. I was even more confused. "Well, I'm waiting." I say.
After hanging up I got paranoid and checked my call log seeing the random number. I didn't want to call it back because that would be weird.
A black car pulled up , it looked exactly like Marcus car but I didn't want to just assume it was him. Out came 'Marcus', I should've known. How did he find me? Was he the one who called? But he doesn't know my new number.....
"Hiding huh?" He says grabbing my arm. I winced in pain. "Ouch! You're hurting me!" I cried trying to wiggle out of his grasp, but he wouldn't let me go.
"I don't give a fuck Mo! Who picking you up? Huh? You cheating?!" He shouts in my face, spitting every time he shouts a word.
"Get off!" I shout , a car pulled up and rushed out Quavo pushing Marcus back. "Aye what you tryna do? Don't be putting yo hands on her." He says.
Marcus chuckled. "This nigga? This the one you leaving me for? You got on this slutty ass dress for this nigga?" He asks angrily. Quavo took my hand walking me to his car.
" I got something for both of y'all!" Marcus shouts. We ignored him driving away.
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