No Love

Chapter 3

You had no clue what to do with yourself. Cry yourself to sleep? Like you did every night that he went out with that girl?

Or maybe you could pack your bags, and leave his sorry ass.

You were tired of giving him chance after chance, trying to convince yourself that he would eventually change, when there was someone out there that you could be cuddled up with right now- someone that was actually loyal and there for you.

You scoffed, and slid your phone off of the nightstand. (Your best friend's name) answered the FaceTime call instantaneously. "(Your Name), girl.. I KNOW you are not crying over that nigga again." You sighed, and wiped the tears away from your face.

This was the first time since he left that you looked at yourself.

Mascara stains decorated your cheeks, your skin was pale, hair was all over the place, and your eyes were bloodshot and puffy. You looked a hot mess.

"We should go clubbing. See if we can find you some new dick. 'Cause, girl, I can't stand seeing you like this. I wish you would open your eyes and realize that you deserve better." You watched as your best friend shook her head, and began to chew on hot fries. It was hard for you to not laugh, as you watched her preach to you while wearing a night cap.

You hated that thing.

At first, you were hesitant, but after minutes of your friend pushing you to go, you went along with it.

Maybe this could be good for you.

You were sitting at the bar, ordering your favorite drink, when you felt an arm wrap around your waist, and a hand cover your eyes.

"Guess who?" The voice murmured into your ear.

You began to smile as he nibbled on your earlobe, swirling his tongue around the mark.

You giggled as he lowered his head and began to suck on your neck. "August, stop." You whined, as you placed your hand onto his and removed them from your face.

You swirled around in your chair, and opened your eyes. "Wait.. Trey?"