Chapter 13: PART 1
*Bala’s P.O.V.*
After round 2 or was it 3…I can’t really remember we fell asleep…or well I did. When I woke up it was dark outside. I rolled over and grabbed my phone off the night stand, to check the time. 10:34. Damn, he wore me out. Thinkin’ about him, where the fuck is he? I think to myself before I get out of bed and throw on his shirt and make my way down stairs.
As I was makin’ m way downstairs I heard him talkin’ on the phone in the den. “Yea…Yea….500k…aight…..next Thursday….till 12….bring the-.” He said but he stopped and hung up when he I just so happen to walk into the den.
I give him my ‘what the fuck face’, yes my eyebrows was on 10. I walked over to him and sat down next to him, and he pulled me onto his lap. “Finally up I see.” He said with a smirk on his face.
I just narrow my eyes at him, like nigga you ain’t slick. “Who was that on the phone?” I ask him getting straight to the point.
“Nobody bae.” He said pulling me closer.
Oh hell no, I feel that there is some secretivity going on here, so I question him some more. “I don’t think you understood my question…I said Who. The. Fuck. Was. That?”
He just gave me that ‘are you really about to trip’ look. Then said “Bee chill, that wasn’t anybody.”
“Mhm then what did you mean when you said next Thursday and 12?”
He gave me another look, “Nothin-“
I wasn’t tryin’ to hear any of that, so I stood up said, “Stop fucking lying to me, I know you lying.”
He stood up too, clearly I was pisssin’ him off, “Look, I’m not going to tell you again-“
As he was talkin’ and I was thinkin’ I was getting angrier and angrier so I did what I always do when I feel like people are tryin’ to sprout that bull shit off to me…I hit him. What he did next shock the hell out of me. He….
A/N: NEXT PART COMING UP…I JUST WANT TO HEAR YOU GUYS THOUGHTS. WHAT DO YOU THINK WILL HAPPEN NEXT? WHAT WILL ARROW DO? HOW DID BALA REACT? WRITE YOUR THOUGHTS ON THIS PART.
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Trust No One
Teen FictionLife in the game ain't easy, you have to watch your back, protect the "goods", and you always have to hold it down for your man. On top of that you always have rat ass bitches always wanting what's yours and you can never be too sure on who to trus...
