Insecure Too (Completed)

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I'm back! Unedited excuse errors (or point them out lmao).

Yazmine

"Ah, shit. Bro, please don't cry man." Tae looked at me helplessly.

Trey sniffed. " I ain't crying."

"Look, I'll take Trey home. I got this, baby." I walked Trey over to the passenger side of the car, and he leaned on me, barely able to support his drunk body. After he was safely in the car, I closed the door and turned to Devonte.

He looked so lost and my heart ached for him. All of a sudden, he slammed his fist into the side of the building.

"What the-" I jumped in shock.

"Fuck!" Devonte yelled. "I'm so tired of not being able to protect the people I love!"

"It's not your fault."

At first he was silent. "Yo, I'm sorry Yaz for losing it like that. Get Trey home safe, aight? Text me when you get him back. Ima uber home." Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he walked off before I could say anything.

When I got in the car, it became apparent that Trey was sleep. His cheeks were slightly wet, but other than that he looked normal. He was a big boy, he would get over the bitch. I hated how tore up she had him. It made me sick, cuz Trey was nothing but good to her. That was life though, shit happened. Shit you ain't deserve. Devonte was one of the purest people I knew and in his 22 years he had been through so much shit no good person should have to. And Trey, man.

Trey was the best. He was supportive, caring, with the biggest heart in the world. Stacey did my nigga dirty. But in a way, it was cool because he was way too good for her.

I just hoped he wouldn't close himself off to love after this. Because when someone loved you right, it was the best feeling in the world.

As I drove, I listened to Adele's soothing voice, slick in my feelings. I just wanted Trey to feel better. He slept the whole ride to his place, and I had to shake him awake to get him inside. Feeling in his pockets, I located his keys.

Trey stumbled as I led him towards his apartment. "Yazmine?"

"Yeah. Let's just get you inside, Trey."

"Shit. Where's...where Devonte at?"

Opening the door, I waited for Trey to shuffle inside then went in behind him. "He went home Trey. You drunk. You need to sleep it off."

"Girl, I ain't drunk." Still on shaky legs he made his way to the couch, and collapsed. I kneeled next to him and took off his shoes. By his breathing, I knew he was sleep. He looked at peace, so I left him there and looked at my phone.

It was 2:07 AM. Before I could text Devonte, my phone flashed and I accepted the call.

"Where you at?"

"I'm at Trey's, I just got here."

"Yeah, you was posed to text me. He good?"

"He sleep. I'm about to come home."

"Want me to come get you?"

I giggled. "How? I got your car?"

"You want me to come get you or nah?"

"It's okay, I'm coming. Stay put."

Hanging up, I spared one last look at Trey. He was still in peaceful slumber so I locked up the apartment. Stacey wouldn't be needing her key no more, so I had been holding on to it.