|: She became his drug....and he was addicted...
|: He became her everything....but was she conflicted?...
After a failed relationship, Chris was just about to say "fuck love," until Cree came around. She was tired of being lied to and cheated on, w...
I'm trying to push out as much as i can at a time, not trying to waste what I have written already. I will probably have about 5 parts posted by the middle of next week. So We will be getting into some of the real deal stuff around then. Let me know what you guys think!!!
Cree Daniels
"What I really need for you to do is get out my place, please," I yelled to J.R., my stupid ass ex, as I stood by my apartment door with my hands on my hips. I don't know why this fool even bothered to come over here. I wasn't trying to hear any more of his lousy excuses, and it was just the same shit over and over again. I was done.
"Da fuck you mean get out?" He looked at me confused, yet slipping his all red Retro 11's on his feet.
I don't even understand how he could find his way into my place, get comfortable on my couch, or any fucking thing else. We haven't been together for at least three months, so why the hell did he still have my spare key? The same spare key he managed to use when he brought that bitch into what was supposed to be OUR bed. Just the thought of it was making my blood boil. Snake ass.
I fluffed my natural curls out before pulling them up into a high ponytail. "Just like I said, get out. Why do you still come here? You don't get it?" I cracked my knuckles. If he wasn't gone go, I was gone help him. He knew just about how crazy I could get. And I know he didn't want a repeat of what went down when I seen that white bitch riding his dick to the moon and back. "Don't play with me, J."
"Maaaaan," He groaned as he grabbed the half empty Gatorade bottle he took out MY fridge and came for the door. "You tripping, cuz."
I politely opened the door for him and waved for him to walk out. Don't let it hit ya where the good Lord split ya. Bitch.
I watched as he made his way down the stairs, looking up at me like a little puppy dog.
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-Sighs- He was still so cute.! But don't let the good looks fool you. He was a straight dog.
Me and J.R., short for Jarvis Rank, had been together since his senior year of high school. So if you're asking, we'd been together for 5 years. He was a year older than me, getting ready to go to UCLA on a full football scholarship. Yea, he was a quarterback all throughout high school. Ranking number one in the state, stats through the roof. He was so excited when UF offered him a full ride.
I was nothing but happy for him too. I was willing to drop everything I was doing for him. Since my Junior year, when we met, I had been taking extra classes at a local community college to focus on a career in Nursing. He was supportive in what I wanted to do too, but after a while it became all about him. I was all for it. After I graduated, I dropped everything I was focused on and put everything I worked for on the line for him.
