Ride With the Mob - A$AP Rocky

Chapter 11

Symone Anderson

It's been a month since Rakim and I had our disagreement. Out of respect for him I didn't go because if I did, both of our lives could have been in danger. However, I felt really bad for not going. I ended up telling Justin's older sister that I got really sick and fortunately she took it well and sounded a little less sad on the phone. Rakim had been calling and texting me apologizing but I didn't want to talk to him so I ignored everything although I did miss him.

I just left Waffle House and was now on the way to the gas station since I'm very close to E. By the grace of God I told myself I would make it to the gas station safely. 0.3 miles, I kept telling myself.

Once I arrived I did several backflips in my head. I sat trying to decide whether I wanted to pay with cash or card since I had both but just decided to pay cash when I remembered the Twix bar I was craving earlier.

I walked in I went searching for the candy section. When I laid my eyes on the Twix I almost cried of happiness but held it together due to the fact that I'm in public. I picked it up and when I looked up I saw braids that were very familiar on a long ass head and the first thought that came to mind was Rakim but I pushed that thought to the back of my mind and went up to the cashier.

When it was finally my turn I paid and started to leave. As I was walking out I heard a familiar voice say, "Symone?" I slowly turned my head and was face to face with Rakim which made my heartbeat speed up because it tends to do that when I see him...

"Rocky."

"Wassup witchu? Can't answer a nigga calls n shit. Told you I'm sorry."

"You were being inconsiderate but it's whatever. Bye," I attempted to end the conversation. I started to walk away but he pulled my arm lightly and grabbed me by my waist kissing me passionately. We held it for about 20 seconds before he pulled away.

"Forgive me now?" He asked, smirking. I couldn't hide the smile that crept unto my face.

Just to mess with him, I simply answered, "No."

"The hell you mean?"

"What you mean what I mean? You need me to spell it for you? N-"

"I don't need you to spell it for me. But I do need to know why you don't forgive me. Maybe you don't understand? Let's go to my car so I can explain," he said seriously.

"We don't need to talk about it."

"Yes, we do. Come on," he argued, guiding me to his car. Not wanting to hear him nag me any longer I followed him so he could say whatever he had to say. He was parked on the side of the building and he opened the door for me and jogged to his side swiftly as if I was going to run out.

When he was seated he spoke up. "Okay, Symone. I been through it recently. I honestly don't give a fuck that he's dead but every time I kill somebody I think about how their family feels afterward. And he was your ex right? That hit me the most. When you called me that day I felt so bad I can't explain it. You deserved to be able to go to the funeral and I know it was selfish of me to tell you that you can't go to the funeral, but Rico would've killed you right after it. I'd rather it be me," he sincerely stated.

"You have a kind heart," I said truthfully. "Thank you though, I was actually still gonna go after I hung up on you but then I thought about it for a little while and I have respect for you so I didn't. I'm still trying to get over his death but I'm getting better."

"Again, I apologize. I know what it feels like to lose someone close to you."

"You're fine."

"Ight then. I owe you. Shopping or food?"