If you didn't read about Sayvior passing out, then that's the chapter before this
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Ferg
Sayvior ate her lunch quietly.
Just like her midnight snack, breakfast, and her after breakfast snack.
She looked down at her food, but I could see her eyes darting around cautiously.
I cleared my throat loudly. "Imma come clean, you frustrating the hell out of me, but I'm doing my best to exercise my patience because I care for you. Some of this emotion shit is new to me like it's new to you"
She didn't respond.
"-What do I have to do? Get on my hands and knees and beg you to speak?" I pushed my chair out so that I could do that shit. "I miss talking to you, hearing your voice, and you being up under me, Sayvior. I honestly don't know what to do"
Her finger brushed back and forth against the chain that I got her, and her chewing slowed. "I'll get over it soon. I'll be fine in two days tops"
"I don't want you to get over it, I want you to talk to me and come to me cause I'm yo nigga. You the one I wanna figure shit out with"
"No thanks- you're probably busy setting up your tour and stuff anyways."
Nast big mouthed ass probably said something to her.
"You really think I care more about that tour than you?" I asked.
We had a couple little shows in surrounding areas.
Nothing major.
"I don't want to talk. Period." Sayvior said.
"Aight so I know not to ask what the fuck is the matter with you anymore. Don't expect me to tell you shit then" I spat.
"Don't tell me anything then, dummy! The solution is simple!" She pulled her phone out.
I was at a loss for words.
I reached across the table and snatched her phone from her hands and glanced at it.
She was looking at apartments and shit.
"Word? That's how you feel?" I mumbled.
"Give me my phone, Darold" She got up and reached for it.
I straight slammed that shit face down on the floor, and got up. "Since you wanna leave so damn bad, Imma take the initiative and pack your bum ass shit for you"
I headed for the staircase, and Sayvior followed behind me.
I turned around, and she almost ran into me.
"Don't follow too close, cause imma do some shit imma regret to your ass on this here day. Take my damn necklace off too" I spat.
I busted into her room and yanked her suitcase from under her bed.
"Don't touch my stuff!"
"Sayvior, shut up. Shut the fuck up"
I felt her hit me on the back of my neck, making my spine jolt.
She snatched her suitcase from me, but I yanked it back, pulling her forward a bit.
Sayvior hit me again, but this time I slapped her thigh hard as hell. She yelled and got real mad before slapping me on the head. "Stop playin' with me man, you know we both do that boxing shit"
"Stop touching my stuff!" Sayvior said, and hit me again.
I grunted and dropped the suitcase, rising up off of the floor. "You better-"
