Girlfriend: Sophomore year (REMASTERD)

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Robyn

Text to Nicki🙀👅:
Damn girl, what you tryna do with that tongue?

From Nicki🙀👅:
Whatever you want, daddy. See you tonight.

To Nicki🙀👅:
Bet, babygirl.

"Who you textin'?" Rakim asked, passing the blunt.

"Don't worry 'bout it, nigga. You got the weed or not?"
I took a deep pull, letting the smoke burn slow through my lungs. I hate that I picked this shit back up. I quit when I realized it bothered Lani, but clearly she don't care no more—so why should I?

"Mmm, Lani don't want your ass, so now you out here fuckin' hoes?" Rakim chuckled. "Just know I done smashed half the girls at school. So who you hittin' now?"

"First off, you nasty as hell for raw-doggin' all them girls—laughin' when your dick start burnin'. And two, don't call Nicki one of your hoes. She wouldn't fuck with you even if you paid her."

I handed him the blunt. He looked at it like it was poison now.

"Wait—you talkin' Drake's Nicki? Bro, that nigga will kill over her."

"They ain't together no more, so why it matter?" I shrugged. "Plus I'm leaving tomorrow. I ain't tryna leave dry."

"Man, I'm just sayin'. Drake don't play. But I can call one of my girls for you, help you out before you dip."

"Whatever, nigga." I stood up. "I'm gettin' ready. Party starts soon."

"Party been started, two hours ago!" he called after me. I ignored him. I needed to look cute—one last slay before I disappear.

⸻

Kehlani

The going-away party was lit, I won't lie. But the whole time I couldn't stop thinking about how Robyn and Jah kept this move a secret. Like I ain't have the right to know she was leaving me. Then I saw her with Nicki... Ugh.

I felt my jaw tighten.

"Baby... you still mad at me?" Jah walked up, holding a blunt.

I snatched it and walked away without a word.

"Keh!?"

⸻

Robyn

"Nicki," I said, pulling her close, "this might be the last time I'm in this bed... Let's make it count."

She smirked, already undressing. "Mmm, I'm tryna get them daddy strokes, Robby."

I rolled my eyes—hate that nickname—but she knew that. I grabbed her waist, placing her clit right on my strap.

"You know what you doing with this?"

She grinned. "Hell yeah."

"Aight then. Arch that back. Let daddy work."

I slid in slow. "Damn, daddy, you so big," she moaned.

I kept stroking—slow, deep. Watching her eyes roll back lowkey reminded me of Kehlani... and that fucked me up.

"Say who this pussy belong to," I whispered.

"Papi Drake," she giggled.

I froze. Vibe killed.

"Man, get the fuck out my room, Nicki. That shit ain't funny."

"Oh my God, Robby, relax! It was a joke! Look at your face!"

"GET THE FUCK OUT."
She rolled her eyes and stormed out. I shouldn't have even tried. I knew better.

⸻

"Hey... you good?" a voice asked as the door locked behind them.

I looked up—and there she was.

"Fuck you want, Keh?"

"First of all, don't talk to me like that. Drop the attitude like you hate me ."

"Hate you? Nah... I don't hate you, Kehlani. I envy you. You broke my fucking heart. You started dating Jah and rubbed it in my face. You're the reason this party even happening. So nah—I'm not dropping shit. Fuck you."

"Fuck me?! Robyn, you the one that kissed Ti—"

"I didn't! How many times I gotta say that? She kissed me to get back at you... for putting Sean away."

"Whatever. We wouldn't be in this mess if Sean hadn't started all this."

"No, fuck that. We wouldn't be here if you had stood up to him. But you were scared. You let him punk you. And now look at us."

That's when she slapped me.

Her tears hit faster than my thoughts. I didn't even realize what I said until I saw her face.

"You know how hard that was for me, Robyn... Why would you say that?"

"Keh, baby... I'm sorry. I didn't mean that shit. I was mad—just..."

"You know what?" she said, wiping her face. "Enjoy L.A. I hope your life without me is everything you wanted."

She walked out, leaving me with nothing but the guilt and the silence.

Fuck, man.