30 missed calls from babydickassnigga. 18 text messages from babydickassnigga.
i rolled my eyes, before tapping on stoke's contact and blocking him.
gazzy doesn't even text or call me anymore, thank god. all that damn begging and crying was getting on my fucking nerves.
i sat up and stroked my baby's fur.
my mom bought a puppy, since i was so damn depressed and crying in the club.
😔sad nigga hours.
anyways, she knows puppies have a special place in my heart, and they make me soft, so she bought one.
"baby! somebody's here for you!" my momma yelled from downstairs.
who tf is here? probably michael or diego.
i opened my door, and walking downstairs, cooing at my puppy. favorite bby.
i walked towards the front door, looking up.
stokeley stood there, with a bouquet of flowers.
my jaw clenched harshly, and i glared at him.
this would be cute if i wasn't mad as fuck at him.
if he think ima except some bullshit apology in this household, he betta go somewhere else with that shit.
we just stared at each other, a small frown in his face.
it started drizzling, what the fuck is up with all this rain? these past two weeks have been depressing.
i stepped to the side, opening the door wider. i don't want him catching any shit, then showing up to my house.
his face brightened, and he walked in slowly.
i looked at my mom, who was sitting on the couch, sipping some coffee from her mug, a big smirk on her face.
my face heated up and i rolled my eyes.
i looked at stokeley and motioned him to come on upstairs.
he followed me upstairs, still holding the bouquet.
we walked into my room, and he shut my door slowly.
my baby was asleep, so i kept him downstairs with my mom.
i sat on my bed, crossing my legs, playing with my fingers.
"jah, talk to me." stokeley rubbed my thigh, and i slapped his ugly ass hand off me.
"you got some nerve, showing up to my house and shit." i mumbled, before looking at him. he sighed, and stared at me. his eyes were red and puffy, he had bags under his eyes. he looked like a wreck of dog shit.
"ain't you homophobic anyway?!" i glared at him, poking at his chest.
he opened his mouth, but shut it quickly.
"if you think yo ass bout' to go around and fuck with people emotions, than you gots another thing co-"
his lips brushed against mine softly, and i'm now shook.
whew.
i stared at him in disbelief, as tears glided down his chubby cheeks.
☹️.
he pulled away, and i took his hand in my mind. i feel warm with him.
"your turning jared on me now?" i shook my head, wiping his tears with my thumb.
jared is a emo bitch, but this isn't about him.
he chuckled, and i stared at him.
"ima forgive you. but, your gonna have to gain my trust." i mumbled, glancing up at him.
"of course." he nodded, and kissed my cheek.
- me while writing this whole chapter
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