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Chicago, Illinois. Sunday evening
As I sit on my bed, I scroll through Instagram. Then, I am interrupted by a phone call.
"What DeAndre?!" I say.
"Why the fuck you yelling?!"
"Cause yo ass fucking cheating on me and you think that shit cool! "
"With who?" He asks.
"London nigga! That's why these whole two months you been keeping this shit low-key! I'm not fucking dumb bruh! You never took this relationship serious and now you slipping nigga!"
"Kehmani lower your fucking voice bro! I'm not fucking cheating on you!"
"Yeah okay." I say.
We stay in silence for about 20 seconds.
"Kehmani."
"What?!"
"I love you."
"No the fuck you don't!" I say.
DeAndre and I have been getting in arguments for the past week. He's been cheating and I'm not gonna sit here and look dumb. At the same time, I love this nigga to death. We been talking for about a year and just started 2 months ago. We met 3 years ago though.
"Man whatever bro! I'm sick of you assuming shit on my mama!" He says.
"You breaking up with me?!" I ask.
"N-no baby I just.... I can't let you go. Stop tripping ma." He says.
"You hear me?" He asks.
"Yeah. You lucky I love you."
"I love you too."
"Kehmani! Who the fuck you talking to?!" My dad says from outside of my door.
"Nobody!" I laugh. "I'll call you back." I whisper to DeAndre and he hangs up.
My dad walks into the room and looks around my room suspiciously.
"Where he at?"
"Who?" I laugh again.
"That boy." He looks under my bed and behind the curtains.
"Dad, nobody is in my room!"
"Mmhhhmmmm. I'm going to the store, I'll bring you back some snacks for school tomorrow."
"Alright."
My dad leaves my room and I follow.
"Marquis here?" I ask.
"Yeah he playing 2k."
My dad leaves and I go into Marquis' room.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING BRO YOU SUCK ASS!" Marquis says to whoever playing with him.
