Crying Game (XXXTENTACION)

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"What the fuck is he doing here?" I scowled crossing my arms over my chest "what do you mean?" Cora asked furrowing her eyebrows together "I mean what I said. What the fuck is this bum doing here?" I spat "aye yo what the fuck is up with your friend?" He exclaimed turning to Cora "she's just drunk-" Cora spoke "so you really gonna stand her and act like you don't know me?" I interrupted, blood boiling "because I don't" He chuckled "you don't? Well does Jumping my boyfriend in a back ally last night ring a bell?" I hissed. Silence fell as soon as the words slipped out of my mouth. I haven't told anyone about that night because I wasn't sure how to explain it, but I guess blurting it out at a crowded party in a heated argument seems fitting. "I'm out of here" I scoffed turning around and shoving myself through the crowd and outside. I stormed through the porch and onto the sidewalk. I don't even know where I'm going. I don't have a car, and I'm too drunk to figure out how to walk home, but with this liquid courage my pride was too big to turn back. I went as far as my drunk legs carried me before plopping myself on the side of the curb. I leaned back on my hands but winced pulling back. I lifted my jacket sleeve just enough to remind myself of the bruises that look like they're getting worse. The sound of footsteps echoed and I quickly pulled my sleeve back down as I looked to my right to see him walking right towards me "Can we talk?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders as he sat down next to me "look, what you saw the other night wasn't who I am completely." He explained "why are you telling me this?" I asked "because I want you to know." He said "but why? You just met me why does it matter so much what I think about you?" I questioned. He opened his mouth to respond but closed it again. He stared down at his shoes for a minute before looking back up at me "honestly... I don't know. I don't give a fuck about what anybody thinks of me but you just haven't left my mind since that night." He confessed "really?" I asked "yeah. It sounds corny and dumb. I jumped your boyfriend and now want you to forgive me but, honestly you're dating an asshole." He said "tell me about it." I mumbled "why are you even with him? I mean I don't even know you but you don't seem happy." He asked "I don't know... he made me happy at one point....I guess I don't want to let go of how he used to make me feel.. the highs with him are really High. But the lows are... low. why am I even telling you this right now?" I chuckled "I don't mind." He blurted "what?" I asked confused "I don't mind you opening up. It's real. I rarely get to see people being real with me." He explained "well this is as real as it's gonna get. Drunk, sitting on the side of the curb, telling the person who jumped your boyfriend all your relationship problems.." he let out a chuckle "jahseh." He spoke "jahseh?" I repeated "that's my name." He said "Ava." I spoke "Ava.. that's nice." He said "thanks jahseh." I smiled

Authors note
Two uploads in one day guess who's back on her author shit 😛