Tray has always been very distant from people and has kept his personal life the same way. He keeps girlfriends and friends in one category but one girl just manages to slip out.
(Guys I don't think I made this clear but Tray's supposed to be in a completely different room)
"Armon, What are you talking about?" I say getting a frog in my throat.
"Airi, you know I love you." He says.
"Yea. Like a sister." I say confused.
"Airi, you're not serious, are you?" He asks.
"I mean I can't say I'm not surprised." I say stuttering.
"Woow." He says walking away.
"Armon, you didn't say anything!" I say.
"Airi, I've been flirting with you the second I saw you!" He says. In the middle of this madness my phone starts to ring.
"Hello?" I say turning my back to him.
"Airi, all bullshit aside. I need your help." Jordan says.
"What is it?" Kyla's mom is in critical condition and I have to be at the hospital for her." He says.
Kyla is Jordan's daughter with his ex Myona. She's such a cutie and she's only 4 so she's the funniest little things.
This is Kyla:
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"And..." I say.
"I need you to come get her." He finally says.
"Ok, I'm coming down there as soon as possible." I say. We say our goodbyes and I walk right past Armon.
"Airi!" He says following me.
"Armon, I gotta go." I say grabbing my stuff. "Come on, Tray."
"Already?" He says getting up.
"Yes! Now let's go." I say walking out the door. I start the engine as Tray runs out the door still slipping his arm into the sleeve of his jacket. He hops in the car.
"Where we goin?" He says pulling on his seatbelt.
"My ex's house. Or his ex ex's house. It's complicated." I say pulling out my spot.
"So his ex girl's house." He says.
"Yes. Actually." I say surprised.
"Airi, do you know how fucked up that sounds?" He says looking at me like I'm crazy.
"Tray, my whole life is fucked up. This is no exception." I say as I start to drive off.
