"Why're people telling me to stay clear from you?", he said, his loving yet icy blue eyes stare into mine. I looked up at him, hoping that something could save me from this one.
"I dont know what you mean", I said quietly.
Shit shit shit. I had to think of a lie, a good one.
"Stop bullshitting, Samantha", his stern voice cuts into my heart like a butter knife, as I'm feeling so fragile at that moment.
Now I know I'm fucking screwed. He rarely calls me by my first name. I sighed and turned away from him, I hate it when hes mad.
"Look, Luis and I have history... a bad one but its nothing serious." I could feel his eyes on me.
"This isn't the first time this has happened. I've had many other guys come up and tell me this. Got me looking stupid 'cause I know you ain't no hoe".
He turns me around to look at him. That got me tight.
"So why you questioning me like you some interrogator?! Damn, we not even together so leave it alone!!" I said angrily.
"Motherfucker, that don't mean shit. Even though we ain't together I've still been there for you. I let you stay with me and everything. What you do reflects back on me Samantha!"
His face had hurt and anger written all over it. I was sort of shocked, him yelling at me seemed so... alien.
"Whatever Kells, let's just... end this now... before we both say more shit we regret" I replied.
He sighed. "I got people downstairs anyways," and with that he left.
I can't help but to let my guard down when it comes to him. But I can't be weak, that's what ruined us the first time. I entered back into the loud and crowded place, looking for Kells. I see him with this girl wearing a wild boy crop top,her fake boobs popping out of them and the shortest fucking shorts on the market. 'Fucking slut', I think as I watch her effortlessly shake her pancake ass all over him. I roll my eyes and head back to the tour bus. Being around all this bullshit was only going yo infuriate me more. I took some weed from Kells stash, not knowing (nor caring) what it is or who was mad if I did.. I sat down and just zoned out, trying to understand what's become of my life.
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Just Trying To Get By
أدب المراهقين"Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, day's end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men"
