Inconsiderate

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Short chapter excuse any mistakes x

Nyla.

Biting my lip in frustration of Quavo not replying to my message earlier during the morning,me and Quavo aren't the same we are drifting apart ever since the shooting incident and the ex boyfriend coming alive zombie  thing our bond has drifted and now days I'm just tired and ready to give up on life it's self.

'I'm surprised to see you here,Nyla.'

My eyes look away from my phone and match Abel's stare he licks over his lips and adjusts his black tee before pulling the coffee shop chair and sitting down.

I sigh rolling my eyes putting my phone down front faced,'What do you want from me Abel?,you only talk to me when you need something and,this time I'm not playing your games'

Abel shakes his head playfully smiling glancing at the asian couple next to us laughing and sipping from there're cups.

'You always think the worse in someone and that shit is whack I'm only saying how are you the last time I seen you was in that alley way when you wanted to play games'

I roll my eyes he's only here to play games he should take his annoying Hispanic mixed ass somewhere else I don't care.

'Is you and dreads still together?'

'What's it to you?,I'm clearly not your man and frankly we aren't friends like how we used to so I have absolutely no reason to tell you shit.'

'We ain't friends yes your right I'm not your man and I don't want to be I'm just asking' Abel shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly his face  bored,'But just to correct you stoped being friends with me not the other way around I was there for you when your nigga died but you wanted to blame me and now look your ass is in danger.'

I bite my lip refusing to admit the fact about everything he is saying is true but who is he to judge and to comment? He was the one that only comforted me for so long that he became tired of me and stopped talking to me so I decided to end it by sending him a blunt text and move away to my father's.

My phone rings and it's my dad I arch my eyebrow my finger hovering over the decline and accept button I quickly press accept and hold up my index finger for Abel to wait and pause our pointless conversation that will end quick enough.

'What do you want dad?'

'That isn't any way to greet your father who provided you in a nice home and a loving environment,now is it?'

'Your another male figure in my life that only call's when they want something so whatever you have to say save it and don't call me again!'

Putting the phone down I angrily put my phone into my jacket pocket and slide out of my chair easily wanting to slide out of life just as easily as that chair.

'Abel this conversation was how do you say?,interesting but I have to go so see you never'

Getting up without a second glass I escape from the small coffee shop and into my lexis driving back home.

Un-locking my house door I step inside and slam it shut with my foot Quavo is zipping up his jacket he glances at me and carries on with his jacket.

'You didn't answer to my text I was worried Q.'

'You don't talk to me at all so why would I fucking answer to you'

'Quavo I am sick and tired of this where is this relationship really going?,We can't always get into a fight and have sex straight after that isn't love or a relationship that's us getting out our frustrations with each other and I'm beyond tired of it I just want us to be US again.'

Quavo comes foward and grabs my waist aggressively pulling me over to the couch he glares at me and I'm not sure what to do with my hands or my body or even my eyes so I shut them and hope for the best.'You want to fix us then let's go to relationship counselling but the only way we can fix us,is with us because I'm fucking tired too Nyla and I'll only stay patient for too long because I'm putting all my 100% and your only putting in 1.'

I open my eyes and quickly my eyes blur over with tears and the strong grip on my waist loosens and the sound of keys is heard I wipe my watery eyes and look up to see Quavo at the door pulling glasses over his chocolate brown face.

'I'll be back later don't wait up'

And that's the last thing Quavo says until I see him later coming into the house at 2:00 tired and upset.

'I said don't wait up'

I didn't,I just happen to be awake your not a kid I don't need to watch your whereabouts'

I'm surprised by my own croaky and dry voice Quavo starts to undress and I advert my eyes to the small television at the end of the bed that comes in and out re-runs of Power is playing but I'm not really playing attention.

The bed dips and it's Quavo climbing into bed he lays down onto the pillow he grabs my left hand and places it over his chest where I rest it he smiles lazily his eyes closing one of his eyebrows raised.

'You do know I love you right even though we are going through a tough time I fucking love you'

I bite the inside of my cheek cursing out relationship to go this downhill but I will make it better and that's a promise whatever the issue.

'I love you to baby.'I intertwine our hands together his hard rough hands taking in my soft warm ones.

Quavo smiles once again before shutting his eyes tight and falling asleep.