Untitled : A Blueface Story

Chapter Five

Krystal's POV
3 Weeks Later
   The night I spent with Blueface was bittersweet. It was meant to be a one time thing only, but he begged me for my number and of course I gave in. It's been about three weeks since the incident, and it's been three weeks since I got the text message that made me even do the shit I did.

Seeing your boyfriend fucking on some mediocre bitch the night he was supposed to go out of town is heartbreaking. I needed answers, but instead I tried to forget it. I drunk myself away into Blueface's hotel room, although I wasn't even that drunk. I don't regret it, since Devonte wanted to break trust I decided to fight fire with fire.

The funny thing about all this is, Devonte hasn't even hit me up, and I'm 99.9% sure he doesn't know that I know he cheated. So since that night, I've been chilling. Blueface stayed for a week after that night and I was with him the whole time. It was a refreshment. We chilled, we talked, we fucked, and we just vibed in general. If I wasn't just getting out of a relationship, I probably would've caught feelings. He left after a week of being here and I'm surprised to say the least that he's been texting me on the regular. I've been playing it cool though, if Devonte cheated on me, I'm sure as hell not putting it past Blueface.

"Let's pop up at his place and fuck shit up." Shay suggested as we laid on the couch at my parents' house.

I thought about it, I've been thinking about it for the past three weeks. I need answers and closure.

"Let's go," I sighed as my best friend looked at me like I was crazy, "I'm only going for answers and closure. How the fuck do you cheat on me in silence and ghost me for three weeks?!" I yelled, getting off the couch.

I put on my shoes and jacket and stormed out the door. That week with Blueface, I ended up crying over Vonte and spilling all the tea to Blue, which to my dismay, he was very supportive.

As soon as I got in Shay's car, I felt the tears stream down my face. I thought about all the insults he gave me, but turned around and fucked a bitch that he didn't want me to be like. I was up all night trying to find her Instagram, but I couldn't find it. I wasn't gonna stop trying though.

Shay got in the car and saw the tears streaming down my face. She didn't speak, she just shook her head and hugged me, which made me breakdown after three weeks of holding it in. I didn't know if I was crying because he cheated, or if it was the fact I cheated. Shay has been trying to convince me that I did nothing wrong, but I still feel like I cheated. Technically, neither one of us ended the relationship, so we're still together, which means that both of us cheated. Somehow, I feel like mine was worse than his.

I stared out the window at the moving trees as Shay drove me to his apartment. It makes my skin crawl that I somehow lived up to everything Vonte told me he didn't want me to be. I am easy. I let a rapper fuck on the first night of meeting me, Lord knows how long he's known this girl. Maybe she's perfect, maybe she doesn't party like me, maybe she's not a social butterfly like me, and maybe she's calmer than me. Thinking about her makes me cry more, I'm still not sure where I went wrong.

We pulled up into the parking lot of the campus's apartment and parked. There was nothing but silence in the car as I gave myself a prep talk.

"I can go in with you if you'd like." Shay suggested.

I shook my head no. "I have to learn how to face shit on my own, you know?"

Shay nodded and looked at me with pure sympathy, something I absolutely hated. I got out and walked up the stairs to his apartment. I brought the key he gave me so I didn't have to knock. I think I was hoping to catch him in the act, I needed to catch him doing something.