Can't Stop Fucking With You

Chapter 32

Krystal
<A week later>

"I'm already telling you I'm not going to like her," I shrugged as Elijah explained to me why he has to watch this sub for a week or so. I don't like sharing point, blank, period. I don't know her and already don't like her. If she acts up, I got something for that.

"She's not going to try anything, she should know better," he tried to convince me. I let out a deep breath.

"I don't care," I said bluntly. "If she try something that ass getting beat and I don't want to hear non of that bs talking about I sHoLdn't hAve dOne it," I said mockingly, unbuckling my seat belt.

"She'll be here after your classes, and behave yourself. You never know y'all might become friends," he said smiling. Some shit funny ? I ain't find nothing cute. I looked around, still didn't see anything.

I made a face and got out. I don't have time to argue with him over no female. I went straight to class and let that leave my mind.

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I walk out and get into the car all happy since my old bestfriend is coming to town tomorrow. He texted me during class and I almost literally screamed during class.

"Hi," I heard a female voice say as I turned to look at her.

"Hi," I said looking at Elijah now not in the spirit anymore.

"So baby how was your day, ?" he asked trying to break the silence.

"It was actually really great today," I said pulling out my phone and earphones.

"Why's that, ?" the girl in the back asked.

"Because my nigga going to be in town and come visit me tomorrow," I explained looking at her through the mirror.

"Oh your man, ?" she asked sounding confused.

"My nigga," I repeated.

"Like boyfriend, ?" she said making me grow annoyed.

"Girl, no," I said sighing.

"Then...," she trailed off.

"My nigga. He's my nigga as in homeboy or bestfriend, okay ? Okay. Elijah is my man. My boyfriend, you straight now, ?" I asked putting an earphone in.

"Yeah yeah, I guess I do," she replied.

Elijah shot my a look that I completely didn't care about. I turned my music up where it was loud enough for me not to hear anything else and as soon as my part came up in the song he decided to tap me.

"What,?" I asked annoyed once again.

"Your music is loud," he announced.

"That's the point," I said bluntly.

"It hurts Sammy's ears," he said.

"Umm ma'am, excuse me. What's your name, ?" I asked because I know he didn't just call her by no nickname.

"Samantha."

"Oh," I laughed. "You call her Samantha. Not no Sammy, sam or non of that shit," I said getting out of the car walking up to his door step.

"Okay," Elijah said without arguing.

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"Well then you can just go to your own place," Samantha spat at me.

"Sis don't disrespect me because that'll be your first and final mistake," I warned her.

"I'm sleeping here and that's final," she argued.

"Your ass is sleeping on the fucking couch hoe," I yelled. "You sound dumb as fuck tryna tell me you sleeping in the same bed as my man," I laughed. "Hell nawl."

"Hey hey hey. What's going on, ?" Elijah asked walking in.

"She hit me," Samantha said fake crying.

"Unbelievable," I said rolling my eyes.

"Omgosh Sammy are you okay, ?" Elijah asking going over to her. "Where did she hit you ?"

"NIGGA I DID NOT HIT THAT HOE," I screamed feeling nothing but anger.

"Shhh, it's okay, shhh," he consoled her.

"Alright fine believe her," I shrugged not about to fight with them anymore. I said what I said and I meant what I said. "I'm sleeping in the bed with you, simple," I said walking into the bedroom.

After 30 minutes, there was a knock on the door. I went to go answer it since you know they was too busy talking in the living room. I opened the door not in the spirit but smiled when I saw who it was. "NICKYBOO," I called jumping up, hugging him, and kissing his cheeks. He's about the only good thing that's came about today.

"Hey shorty, thought I'd pop in and see how you doing because you didn't sound like yourself over text," he explained carrying me inside.

"Eh ? You noticed that," I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah. You usually be spamming me telling me all types of shit, but today you didn't so I knew something was off," he said walking into the living room.

"Soo you're just about to come over here and walk out on me like that, ?" I asked jumping on his back as he made it inside.

"Of course....not," he said looking between me, Elijah, and Samantha. "Who's that, ?" he said pointing to Samantha.

"That's Samantha. Some hoe that has to be here," I shrugged.

"I'm not no hoe," she said trying to sound tough.

"Okay," I put my hands up in defense. "Whatever you say."

"Don't talk to her like that," Elijah stood up for her.

"You're just mad because my pussy's better than yours, I can take ya man, and my hairs nicer," she said and that was it.

"Hold up hoe. First of all if you can take "my man" then he wasn't mine in the first place, and you can keep him. I got plenty more," I shrugged. "Second of all, you got on a whole wig on sis the fuck you talking about ? I'm natural. You're just mad because I actually got hair. And third of all, my pussy is the best thing this nigga and this nigga done had," I said pointing at Elijah and Nick.

They all stood there shocked. I was just telling the truth so I don't know why they were trying to front.

"I think she should leave," Nick spoke up.

"She can't," Elijah said.

"Yes she can," I said bluntly.

"If you don't want her here then you leave," he said and that's all he had to say.

"That's fine by me," I put my hands up again in defense. "Oh and Nick thank you, you made my day a little bit better," I said grabbing his hand and leading him to Elijah's bedroom.

I guess Elijah's just going to stay mad. Since he want to stick up for that bitch instead of me. I guess I'm not going to worry about his ass when I leave.

Oh and no, I'm not going to Nick's place. Well at least not spending the night there.