I plopped down onto my bed with my head in my palms. I looked at Quan as he sat on the floor in front of me with his breathing getting heavier by the minute.
"Quan?" I called his name in a slight whisper.
He didn't take his eyes off of the ground. "Yeah," He croaked out.
"Are you okay,"
I slid down beside him then crawled in front of him. I lifted his head to look at me and his face was damp from tears escaping out of his eyes. I gasped lowly because this was the first time I've ever seen him cry. I leaned forward and hugged him tightly. He slowly wrapped his arms around me then just broke down. He was crying hysterically. I rubbed up and down his back and whispered comforting things into his ear.
A few minutes later he had calmed down and I pulled back from him then sat on my feet.
"What were you telling me about someone throwing rocks at your window," He said while wiping his face with his shirt.
"Um, I don't know who's doing it. It happens at 12 every night. I get scared, but it only lasts for about 20 seconds,"
He nodded. "Did it start when Zoey got here or before,"
"Uhh, after. It started a week after he was here,"
"Tonight, stay up then look out your window to see who it is then check to see if he in his room,"
I nodded. I kind of hope it is Zoey to be honest. Speaking of the devil, he walked into my room.
"Didn't I tell you to knock? One of these days you'll see something that'll crush you,"
"Y'all need to stop fucking fighting. I do not care that y'all used to fuck around with each other or whatever. I am not about to listen to that shit every time I'm here," Quan semi-yelled at us.
I rolled my eyes then scoffed. "Well maybe if he wasn't such an asshole to me then we wouldn't be fighting and I would like for him to learn to respect you," I folded my arms under my breast.
"Yeah. Ok. I'm the asshole when you like to throw your little boyfriend up in my face,"
"Aye. Watch it. I am not little in any type of form, but you two need to talk. I feel too much hostility in this room and its makin me feel some type of way, so I'm about to leave,"
Quan stood up then kissed me goodbye and he left. I shifted my attention toward Zoey.
"Okay. Talk," I said while standing up to find my phone.
"I still have feelings for you if you haven't noticed. I'm also the one whose been throwing those rocks at your window. That was my way of trying to win you back and I saw it in a movie, but I can tell your happy with Quan. I mean, what's so special about him? I look much better than him an-,"
"See, that's your problem. Quan treats me like a queen and he claims I'm his trophy not just a showpiece or a quick fuck. We actually waited to have sex for what? 7 months, but we were about to get it on on the first day we met and then we had sex in your car. You didn't even want to wait. Quan did because I actually have tried to have sex with him before our relationship, but he didn't want to take advantage of me,"
Zoey just looked at me. "He sounds gay to me," He walked toward me then grabbed my hands. "That's why you should be with me," He laced our fingers, "not him. I really like you, Tamara,"
I pushed him away. "Unlike you, Quan loves me. Do you love me Zoey? Could you see yourself marrying me because Quan and I have discussed all of that,"
" If that's what you want, then yes. Yes, I do,"
I clicked my tongue then shook my head. " Wrong. It's mainly about what you want. I don't need your ass, so get out. Right now,"
He looked at me one last time then walked toward my door and out of it while closing it behind him.
I fell onto my bed and screamed into my pillow. Why is my life so difficult? I'm in love with Quan and I would never leave him for Zoey or any other dude because he treats me like a queen and not a thot. I appreciate everything he does for me and more. Zoey is just looking for a quick nut because he was talking reckless earlier. He never really cared for me and I just have to deal with it.
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