Chapter 30- Tell Em Bout The Drip😜

347 15 1
                                    

Makyah

Things had been smooth for the past few weeks, my father's unannounced visit was now a thing of the past. But even then, it had come up. The girls wanted to know.

Rolling my eyes, I inspected the fruits as I picked them up. If I was satisfied with their condition, I would place them in the bag. Mani happened to be right beside me, picking at the pomegranates. "So, you're telling me, he was like—what surprised that Mama B passed?"

I nodded, moving on to the vegetable section once she'd been done. "I don't understand how he didn't know."

"He's lying. Perioddt." Came Cedes, response. "I'm surprised you were paying us any attention while you were flirting with 'what cha ma call him', back there." She scoffed. "Girl, I'm single and he was a snack."

Mani snickered, "He looks like he a behind on child support starter pack." I joined her as she laughed. "Oh, damn. He kind of did, didn't he?" We nodded.

She shook her head in disappointment. "What's going on with your pops, though? He's been gone for how long and... I mean, did he say what he wanted?" It was my turn to shake my head. "I didn't give him the time of day."

"It's better than spending the rest of your life wondering where he been, you know?" Mani said, trying to comfort me. I guess she was right because now I no longer had that urge to miss him or have "what if's" going through my mind.

I was over it, completely.

"You right. I'm just relieved, y'all. I mean, you saw what I was going through trying to take care of bills, her, and school. I barely made it through. Now look at us."

"Yea, girl. I'm proud of all of us." That was something I could definitely agree on, despite our personal troubles we pushed forward.

Suddenly, "Oh, he did not..." Cedes sneered making me look up, "What you mea—"

Just a couple feet from us, stood Malik. To say I was surprised, well yes, I definitely was.

He had a mini him in his arms and some girl next to him, shopping bags in hand. She looked familiar, but at the same time, I wasn't really fishing to know who she was.

He looked surprised too, as he looked me up and down, licking his lips. I wasn't surprised by his reaction, to say the least.

"...Here hold him real quick, I'll meet y'all in the whip."

The girls and I had already moved on, but even they seemed more bothered than I was.

"Can you believe this bum? He had son this whole time?" Mani seethed.

"I know people, Kyah, say the word and he go—"

"Hey, Makyah. Let a real nigga holla at you real quick." Malik said rudely interrupting our day, yet again.

Cedes was first to start cracking up, "Did this nigga really say some, real nigga? " I rolled my eyes. I didn't know why she was entertaining his ass.

"Look at this point, all I see is some bum standing in my way. Now, move." He'd been standing in our way, acting all big and bad.

"Baby—"

"Been there, done that, been over it." With a quick roll of my eyes, I went down the aisle closer to us. The girls, throwing their own set of insults his way.

"Hey, Makyah. Don't forget I was ya first and last love baby." That stopped me in my tracks. I had no choice but to laugh.

I mean how much more arrogant could he get. "Fuck you laughing at?" He seemed, annoyed by my careless nature.

"Malik, it's a wonder you managed to get anything pregnant, seeing as ya fingers go further than ya little ass dick. Ol' two second ass nigga. Fuck outta here." His jaw dropped, looked like he could cry just then.

In a last attempt at redemption, "Bitch I still fucked and ya shit steady dry as hell."

"You right Malik," I said reading the label on the canned fruits. "Pussy only get wet for niggas that know what they doing. You can always ask my new nigga how he get the shit dripping like a faucet."

Tossing my things in the cart, I walked off. Letting him stand there, embarrassed. I wasn't usually up for arguments, but it was a great feeling to know that I was completely over him and on to better, in life in general.

B E S T F R I E N D | •Tory Lanez ft. Jacquees•Where stories live. Discover now