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When I arrived at the location which was his condo, I just turned my car off and sat there. This was my first time arguing with my mom and it doesn't feel right.
Although we are not close and we barely see each other but I still have love and respect for her. She is my mom, the woman who birthed me.
I will go home, just not tonight. I will probably tomorrow after school, I kind of over reacted when I left. She shouldn't have hit me though, thats for sure.
I just can't believe she tripped about Bryson like that. He don't look that old or does she already know him? Im just confused. I don't even know why I decided to meet up with him.
He really hurt my feelings but he the only person that could make me feel better. And we definitely need to talk and I want to apologize about my mama being rude.
I grabbed my bag out the backseat and hopped out the car, grabbing my drink from Mcdonalds. I walked up to his door and knocked.
When he opened the door I did a slight wave and he just stepped aside, letting me in the house. I could smell the weed and he had a brent fayiaz song playing from his room.
"So wassup?" He asked from behind me making me face him.
"We obviously need to talk about a few things so Im here." I spoke while taking my phone out of my back pocket. I could see my instagram notifications going crazy but I just shook my head, I would check it later.
"You got two bags Chey." He pointed out.
"Okay, me and my mom got in to a argument and You were the first person I called but don't act like We don't need to talk." I shook my head, nobody asked him to point out the obvious.
"Okay so lets talk." He said folding his arms. I just sat down on the couch looking at him. It was silent for a few seconds until he spoke.
"Im Sorry." He mumbled but I heard him clearly.
"Sorry for what?"
"Sorry if I hurt your feelings and made you feel like I led you on. I really fuck withchu but imagine how it would look if we got together." He voiced making me frown.
"Fuck what people think, I dont care and neither should you. They just haters, the fuck."
"You right but its just I dont know." He said.
I got up and walked to him, sitting on his lap. "Age is literally nothing but a number, what I feel for you is real even if you dont feel the same way. I dont care what my mom has to say or anybody else." I said, finishing off with a kiss.
"I get what you saying but it aint that simple, If your mama call the police on me then the judge not gone give a fuck what we feel for each other." He spoke after detaching himself from my lips.
