Girlfriend: Sophomore year (REMASTERD)

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L.A.

Robyn
It's been three weeks since I heard from Keh. That shit's been eating me alive. The last thing I said to her? That she was weak. Told her to suck it up like what she went through wasn't hell. I weaponized her pain just to bury my feelings. For what? 'Cause I was jealous Jah got to touch what used to be mine?

Well, fuck it. I'm done crying over her and her new boyfriend. From now on, I'm doing me—with or without her.

"Robyn?" Chris said as he stepped into the room with Royalty. It's still weird hearing her call me "Auntie" lately, but I love that little girl. Ain't no way I'm saying no to her.

"Auntie, can we go to the park after school?" she asked, hitting me with those puppy eyes.

"Of course, babygirl. Now let's get ready for school."
She ran off, excited, but before I could follow, Chris stopped me in the hallway.

"Who was in here last night, Robyn?"

"Nicki."

He gave me that look. "Why you still messing with her? You know Dr—"

"Drake ain't doing shit. They're not even together anymore," I snapped, brushing past him.

"That's still his girl, Rob. You know he don't play."

"I don't give a fuck about Drake," I muttered, scooping Ro into my arms and strapping her into the car seat. "Meet you at school, Chris."

Chris
Ever since Robyn moved down here, she been flying Nicki out to smoke and fuck like clockwork. I get it—she hurting, trying to move on from Keh. But this? In my house? Around my daughter?

"Aye, I'll see you at home, Chris," Ty said, dapping me up outside the school. I nodded, then walked in and spotted Robyn on her phone, grinning.

"Who you texting?"

"Nicki," she said, cheesin'.

"Robyn, we gotta talk about these little 'weekends' of yours with Nicki. It's not healthy."

"Jesus Christ, Chris," she rolled her eyes. "You told me to move down here to forget Keh. Now it's a problem when I want some pussy and weed?"

"Yes, it is, when it's under my roof—with my daughter around. Nicki is no good for you, and Drake—"

"I swear to God, if one more person brings that pussy-ass nigga up, I'ma shoot 'em," she snapped, slamming her phone down so hard the case cracked.

Damn. Didn't think she felt Nicki like that.

"Just... tone it down. Or get a hotel if y'all gonna keep doing this shit." She didn't respond. Just kept typing away.

Robyn
To Nickiboo👅🍑
"Hey, you wanna get a hotel next weekend?"

From Nickiboo👅🍑
"Can't. I'm hanging with Drizzy."

To Nickiboo👅🍑
"What that nigga got that I don't? Stop fuckin' with him." 😡

From Nickiboo👅🍑
"Ugh, Robyn stop it. You know Drake is my man. We just fuckin'—you said so yourself."

"FUCK!"
My phone flew across the room, smashing against the wall. I forgot I was in class until everyone turned and stared.

"Ms. Fenty, take your things and leave," the teacher said coldly.

I grabbed my bag and stormed out. Why the hell did I even come here? Keh's out here happy with Jah, Nicki still on some fuck shit with Drake, and I'm out here looking stupid.

"Hey, Robyn!"

That voice.
I turned around—and there she was. Ti.
New look. Blonde hair. Slimmed down. She looked... different.