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"Love the most depressing drug of them all."
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Shamar uncomfortably shifted around on the sofa until he fell straight off the edge. Shayla fluttered her eyes open hearing the loud tump. "The fuck." She groaned observing her surroundings. She knew she slept with someone lastnight but she didn't know who. Shamar rubbed the back of his head lifting himself off of the floor. He was so drunk lastnight he didn't remember anything.
Shayla's eyes windened when they met her neighbor. She gasped shaking her head "Oh gosh this is terrible." She mumbled. "Man just lettin' y'know ion remember anything from lastnight feel free to let ya'self out." He shrugged disappearing into the bedroom.
Bree flopped over on her side, unlike Shamar she woke up next to an empty bottle of liquor. She groaned lifting up the cellphone off of the nightstand pressing it against her ear "Hello?" She answered. "Bree it's Riley wait before you hang up on me can you please just hear me out?"
"Nope." Bree hung up the phone. She had her own issues she doesn't have time to worry about what Riley has going on. Today she was going to forget about all the things that crowded her mind and focused on herself. No more worrying about Shamar he was clearly having fun with another woman.
Shayla awkwardly left his apartment and shamefully entered hers. Relieved to be home she slipped her shoes off by the door and went straight for the shower. Not only was she gonna be at work with a hang over but she was going to be thinking of him. Did he really not remember anything from lastnight? Did he even remember who she was?
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Smoke clouded the small space. All three of the men were seated on the couch. Sharawn played a game on the tv while Shamar and Jack shared a spliff. "Bro we did some crazy shit together." Shamar chuckled.
"Yo remember that time we killed a cop?" Jack spoke shaking his head as if it was a casual thing that everyone did.
Shamar's eyes widened and then he nodded "I wonder if anyone found that nigga yet?"
"Bro they found him a couple days later I ain't heard nothin' 'bout it since then." Sharawn shrugged.
"Thats crazy." Shamar muttered "I gotta pick up sky from my moma house so ima talk to y'all niggas tomah."
"A'ight tell nicey uncle rawn said hi." Sharawn dapped up Shamar.
"Take care nigga." Jack and Shamar slapped hands.
After saying goodbye to his friends he disappeared down the street to black mazda that was parked on the curve.
She hopped off of the bus staggering down the street. Bree decided to spend her day alone roaming the city, she had a few drinks while exploring. "I am so buying a car tomorrow." She grumbled. She paused covering her eyes with her hand when the bright car lights flashed into her orbs.
He rolled down the tinted window "Bree? The fuck you doin' out hea'?"
"The fuck what do you mean what am I doing out here? I'm on my way home i live around here you know."
He nodded "Yea.. well now that I'm seeing you in person i just wanted to say I'm sorry for talkin' to you like that."
Bree stale faced him as soon as she was about to open her mouth to say something he cut her off.
"I ain't mean fa' none of that ta' happen, but ion want no bad blood between us ya' feel me?"
She nodded "Well i accept your apology there is no bad blood. Have a nice life Shamar."
"You be safe out hea' Bree.. Have a nice life Bree." He rolled up the window.
Bree sniffled shaking her head, it was officially over their story had come to an end. She walked faster feeling herself on the verge of crying. Maybe if she kept her legs closed for once this would've never happened. She did this all to herself. There was no one to blame but her and he deserved better.
The black mazda ripped through the roads leaving dust behind, he was driving as fast as he could've. It felt like a bullet to the heart they were really over, Bree's words replayed in his head "D.O.N.E" they were done. He really thought she was the one, maybe if he showed that he cared more this would've never happened. He did this all to himself. There was no one to blame but him and she deserved better.
