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Bree sat on the window sill staring at the broken down building that was on the opposite side of the road. She couldn't take it anymore she needed to talk to him, to explain how she felt. She was done with the silent treatment.
Shamar blew smoke from his nose shaking his head "She said he ain't my son, to be honest that shit had me fucked up." Shamar spoke. "And that's what caused you to you know." Jack eyed Shamar. "Yea I still feel like shit fa' hitting her but shit happens." He shrugged."The fuck she deserved that shit, she had you takin' care of anotha' nigga son fa' years. " jay chimed. Shamar shook his head "Atleast she was honest enough to tell me."
"So is you still finna take care of the li' boy?" Sharawn eyed Shamar. "To be honest with yaw I don't think I can do anything fa' him or ha' right na' shit got me fucked up." He spoke. Sharawn nodded patting his friend on the back "You'll get over it bruh." Shamar eyed him "I hope so." He stood to his feet.
Bree jogged down the stairs, either it was now or never to clear up this mess between them. She made her way across the street to the old building. Butterflys built up in her stomach. She was nervous, it had been a while since they last talked or came face to face with each other.
"Yaw invite somebody ova' hea'?" Jack peaked through the window "Issa girl out there." Shamar kissed his teeth "that's shawty from across the street." He pulled the door open coming face to face with Bree. "Watchu want?" He threw the hoodie over his head shutting the door. "I wanna talk." She spoke.
"Shit, talk." He digged in his pocket pulling out his car key. "Why haven't you been answering any of my calls?" She placed her hands on her waist. He sighed "Because I changed my number shawty." He made his way over to the silver dodge. "Why are you walking away from me? Shamar?" Bree sighed trying to keep up with his fast pace "Why didn't you tell me you changed your number?"
Shamar leaned against the car facing her "Because I ain't wanna talk to you. Anything else?" He folded his arms. Bree bit down on her lip "Why di-" He quickly cut her off "Stop askin' me questions you know da' answer to Bree, you and I both know that I saw you gettin' out the car with that nigga bruh." He fussed.
"Shamar.." she trailed off "I only went out with him because you were ignoring me that entire day." He shook his head "Nah, that's not an excuse to go out with anotha' nigga Bree." She folded her arms becoming irritated "Bro I don't get why you mad I'm single at the end of the day."
"Yo.. That's how you feel." He eyed her. He shook his head pulling the car door open. She grabbed his arm "Shamar I'm sorry I didn't mean t-" he shook his head pulling away from her "Nah b, fuck this shit I got my own fuckin' problems if you wanna go out there and fuck with him do it you single."
"Shamar can you please just calm down and talk to me." She sniffled "Nah, fuck you." He flicked her off. "Shamar.. I love you." her voice her cracked. He shook his head biting down on his lip.
"I love you too, but you tryna play games with me and Ion like that." He spat slamming the car door.
