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

Chapter 52- Déjà vu😳

Makyah

This my girl right here.

Those same words were playing in my head repeatedly, almost like an endless echo.

Was I looking too much into it or was he just being chill about shit?

Niggas!

Even though the thought had been itching at me relentlessly these past days, I hadn't brought it up.

I wasn't trying to be a dramatic or pressed about it, but still... Shit like that kept my thoughts barreling a few thousand miles per hour.

Shameful.

Now every little touch from him that wasn't done in private, out in the open made me question us. Was we best friends that were fucking or was we more?

Just a few days after learning that my closest friends knew about Zai and I; we were debating on ice creams when his hands gripped my waist.

"I'm tired of eating that nasty ass Rocky Road bullshit," he murmured before sliding me to the side, opening the fridge, and grabbing the Drumstick.

I pouted. "But—"

"But nothing, Kyah," he interrupted. "I know you tired of it. Either you fucking these Drumsticks up with me or you grabbing something other than them nasty shits."

Setting two boxes in the shopping cart. "The devil himself gone have to fight a nigga to put that abomination in my shopping cart."

Crossing my arms underneath my chest I glared at him. "Poke ya bottom lip out all you want, all that's gone get you is a sore throat and some act right," he said grinning before licking his lips.

I rolled my eyes. "Childish. You doing the most over ice cream."

He shrugged.

Settling for a gallon of Mocha Almond Fudge, I left his petty ass to push the cart.

My attitude was short lived though because as soon as I'd turned the corner there he was, that same arrogant grin on his face.

"...You need to expand ya damn options and stop catching an attitude with me bout that triflin ass ic—"

Zai had bumped me with the cart from behind coming around the corner, making me take a forced step forward. "You go—"

I had nothing to say, simply hooked my hand into the inside of the cart and pulled it along, trying to go around Malik whose grin disappeared the minute Zai showed up.

I knew Zai, if Malik uttered a word Zai would probably kill him and that was the last thing I needed.

"So you fucking this ugly ass gang banging ass nigga, Makyah?" Malik called.

"Zai keep walking, please." Wasn't sure if it was him or me that I was trying to persuade on not turning around and possibly ending him. I kept on though.

"Guess one ain't enough, you gotta fuck the whole crew huh?!"

Suddenly the cart felt heavier to pull. Fuck.

Shoving the cart to the side, I quickly tried to catch to him, but he was taller, had longer legs and maybe the burning hate for Malik also had a role to play.

It all happened in slow motion. The bystanders all knew it, the way they'd moved out the way for Zai, parting like the Red Sea had done for Moses.

"Come at me pussy ass nigga. You might be fucking her but that's still my ho—" His head had snapped to the side. The crack of Zai's fist colliding with Malik's face rang loudly.

Damn. The last thing I needed was for Zai to get arrested.

I'd caught up, but I doubted as a female I should have been trying to break up a fight.

"Zai, stop this shit!" It was déjà vu all over again and some more.

A few more cracks and next, I heard a body drop to the freshly mopped tiles—the wet floor sign had flopped over when Malik had gone down.

I wouldn't lie and say he hadn't deserved it, but honestly.., wasn't much of a fight and he was a whole fuck nigga for saying any of that shit.

Pulling my keys out, I slid them into Zai's pocket, "Go get in the car, think I seen the manager coming this way."

"Nah, you coming with me." Zai said voice gruff with emotion, taking my hand.

Malik had sat up, shaking his head. A gash on his head and blood dripping down his face.

Looking down on him, "You lucky this a store cause I thought I told bout addressing females right. Next time I see you that shit on sight...."

Leaving our groceries we walked off, a weak fuck you Makyah and that jailbird ass nigga, murmured from Malik.