B E S T F R I E N D | •Tory Lanez ft. Jacquees•

Chapter 37- Dawn oN Me

Makyah

With my schedule being overbooked for the last couple weeks, I was able to keep my worries over Zaiver, out of my mind. But as the weekend started to come around the anxiety of not seeing him knocked hard.

I hadn't any plans with the girls for the weekend, so on my way home from work I made an extra stop.

This is stupid.

As I sat outside of the house in my car, I couldn't help but think I was being overly dramatic. No matter, I just wanted to be sure he was alright.

After taking a deep breath, I got out, walking up the concrete path in quick steps hoping to get this over with as soon as possible. I knocked.

Almost immediately, I heard approaching footsteps. "...Yea, hold up. Who is it?!" My heart rate picked up.

Jesus was I nervous. "It's Mykah."

I'd only come to check up him, but now I was starting to feel like a parole officer or something. The door swung open, "Shorty, what part bout hold up, don't yo big ass ears don't get?"

I gave him a questioning look as he scooped me from head to shoes. When he'd noticed my look, he must've realized I thought he was talking to me. He sucked his teeth, pulling his phone from his pockets; he hit the "end" button, taking his headphones out.

"My bad shawd. What'd you say ya name was again? Feel like I seen you somewhere before," he'd been looping his headphones before stuffing them in his back pocket.

I glanced back up, finally taking a look at him, "Makyah." I took a quick step back observing the house, "I probably have the wrong spot anyway, my ba-"

"Oh, nah. You probably do. Who you looking for?"

"Oh," I took a step closer again. "Zaiver?"A look of realization seemed to hit him. "Oh, that's right. You was the quiet shorty back in school." He nodded, probably to himself. Then concern masked his features.

He was vaguely handsome, with a clear caramel complexion. Suddenly, he seemed paranoid. Quickly, looking around the neighborhood. "Why don't you come in? He in the living room."

I hesitated at first but walked in anyway. He wasn't a complete stranger.

I stepped inside cautiously. Waiting for him to lock the door, before following him down the hall. "Aye, Zaiv! Ya girl here." If I'd been any lighter, my face would've probably been red as hell. We walked into the living room.

There he was, sitting on the couch. His lips pursed up against a fat blunt. Barely glancing in my direction, he looked away; taking another puff. As if his mind had just caught on, he snapped his neck towards me.

I stood there looking as awkward as ever, lowkey regretting my decision of barging on him.

He'd passed the blunt to someone whose back was facing me before he sprung off the couch, "Kyah, what you doing here?" He definitely, didn't sound happy to see me, if anything he sounded annoyed.

Quickly, he introduced me to his acquaintances before dragging me towards the entrance where I'd previously come from. "I was worried.., why the fuck are you acting annoyed when you're the one who disappeared without telling me, again."

"Damn, Kyah." he sighed, rubbing his shadow of a beard. "I can't tell you, but you being here aint good. I texted you and told you I was ight."

I rolled my eyes, even though we were talking to each other in whispers, I felt like his companions could hear us which just brought on a whole wave of paranoia and a bag of no fucks given also. "You texted me, what a fucking month ago? Issa a new month."

"I know, but it's shit going on that you don't understand and I don't want you getting hurt, so go home and stay there. When this all over, I promise I'll be back."

I crossed my arms under my chest, shaking my head. "I ain't going nowhere. Tell me what the fuck is going on."