lonely without you

eight

chapter eight

k o r e a

i was completely feeling myself once my hair was finished. she braided my hair a little bit too tight under the wig but it'll be alright.

my eyes widened once i spotted a tattoo parlor a couple stores down and begin walking towards it until i heard a horn blow from in front of me.

i rolled my eyes once i spotted a black mercedes parked in front of me already knowing it's kentrell.

"i know he ain't stalking me." i chuckled and continued walking until i heard another females voice making stop again.

"kentrell?" the girl who just got finished doing my hair came out the salon. i think her name was cassidy.

"aww you came to see me, baby?" she smiled up at him as he got out his car making sure to lock his doors.

he stayed silent as he only stared at me making her turn around. "the fuck you looking at her for?" she asked her attitude completely changing.

"man get the fuck outta' my way, girl. ain't nobody came to see yo' duck ass." he said rudely as he pushed out the way coming towards me but i turned around and continued walking.

"korea slow down, damn." he grabbed my arm but i pulled away from him.

"don't touch me." i looked him up and down as my hand begin to shake. i don't know why im so angry right now.

"you really made right na'? i don't want that fuckin girl." he told me as she stood there watching us from a distance.

"but you obviously fucked her. im not stupid, kentrell." i told him as he stared down at me with a blank face. she knew his car and his name that's why she came outside– wait, she was talking about him the whole time when she was doing my hair.

i only shook my head at him and walked away towards the tattoo parlor but i knew he was following me. i could hear the footsteps of his jordans.

"hey, you looking forward to getting a tattoo today or any piercings?" the lady asked me as i eyed her plenty tattoos.

"both." i told her smiling as i felt kentrell staring at the side of my face.

she put us in another room where the tattoo artist sat waiting. i took off my jacket and told him what i wanted and where i wanted instantly making him draw it out on a piece of paper.

this book seems uninteresting but i swear it's not.

when's your birthday?

you getting bit by a spider for $400,000?