Talk To Me | •Slow Down Sequel•

Chapter 5- COMPARE?? BIHT, PLEZZ.

Tory

It'd been one hell of a day, stuck with this hoe.

Another thing I missed about being with Ayona.

She'd never had to beg me to take her shopping or spend money on her. Shoot, she'd been such an introvert that it'd be a fight just trying to get her to the mall, let alone letting me pay for it. But to me, it just proved that she didn't need a nigga when it came down to her needs, which was why spoiling her was so much more beneficial to me.

Shania, the chick that'd been dragging me around the mall, she was just a fuck. A fuck I couldn't care less about, but hoes always wanted something. They wanted the latest fashions, cars, phones, you name it.

Shania was bad. I couldn't lie about that, she was a thick Blasian, that knew how to use her mouth and be seductive, but other than that, there was nothing. She was nothing to me, emotionally speaking.

Nobody compared to Ayona.

We'd already visited three different stores. Pretty sure I'd spent a little more than three stacks on Shania, so I was cutting her shopping trip off. "Aye, we leaving. You got enough shit to last the Obamas months."

She pouted batting her extremely fake eyelashes. If she batted them any harder, I wouldn't be surprised if she suddenly took off.

"Pleeeease, one last store. I wanna go to Pumas. Heard they got some really cute shoe-" Like that was supposed to work on me. "You, deaf? I said let's go. I'm going to the whip, you ain't in it when I'm in it, then you can find your own ride."

I turned, heading for the exit, "But baby!" I ignored her. She wasn't my bitch, shit. Right then my phone started ringing. It was Keem, he'd been texting, but Shania had already been a handful. "Hellah?" His face popped up on the screen, "Wassgud? You swinging by tonight or what, nigga?"

I nodded. "Yea, I gotta drop Shania off before I come through."

He shook his head, "Word on the street, she crazy bruh." I shrugged, "Not like I'm boutta wife her up, I'm just fucking."

I barely avoided bumping into some old lady. It was no way, somebody let her come to the mall by herself. Just then, some teenager hooked her arms with the old ladys, "Grams we talked about you wandering off by yourself."guiding her into a store nearby. Oh, I was boutta say...

"Shit, just saying. My nigga Kyle, said she got like abandonment issues or somethin-" Some pretty petite light skin walked up to me, and gestured to her phone. I nodded and made a "come here" gesture with my free hand.

"Keem, hold up real quick." I slid my phone into my back pocket before grabbing her phone to take a selfie of the two of us. She hugged me and thanked me before she scurried off with a group of her other friends.

"Yall gotta selfie stick," I asked. One of them nodded and pulled her out, attaching her phone to it, so that we could all take a picture. They waved before they went about their business.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket as I resumed making my way of the mall, "Keem, Imma drop her off and head your way. Ight." He nodded, his face was facing away from the screen.

"Yea, ight. Coo." He hung up.

I crossed the street, just then, a shiver went through me. The soothing melody of a familiar voice stopped me in my tracks. It couldn't be her. It was no way, she was still in LA, this whole time...

"There is no way, I'm trying that. I'm gone stick to Rocky Road and the original Drumstick..." I turned in the voice's direction. It had to be her, she loved her some Rocky Road. I'd tried everything to get her to try other flavors and I was sure all I'd managed to do was bring her and that damn flavor closer together.

There she was, looking gorgeous as ever. But as soon as my smile appeared it was gone, when I'd realized, there she was standing at an ice cream stand with some tall ass dude. I stared as he leaned down and kissed her.

She fucking let him, too.

Furthermore, when she turned to hug him. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. All the breath left out of me. What. The. Fuck.

For once in my life, I'd been glad that Shania was around when she popped in the way and blocked my view of Ayona. "Where did you park? And why is you looking stuck?"

I pulled myself out of the trance I was in, suddenly, annoyed by Shania's presence once again, "Be quiet, would you?" I grabbed some of her bags, she looked miserable carrying only five bags.