Ride or Die - An MB FanFic [Sequel to (N)JAD] [Discontinued]

Remember Me? (Part One)

Y'all better be lucky I love y'all because I just sat here and retyped ALL of this... -.-

But don't forget to read my new Diggy story "Against All Odds." It's only on chapter 4. Pleaseeeee?! I would love you guys forever ^_^ even though I already do cuz NJAD was a success...

Anyways...

ENJOYY!

Dedicated to @jazzyismindless4roc ...you're a smart cookie! Lol

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2 DAYS LATER

{Wednesday, June 20th}

::Roc's POV::  

{Home}  

(5:27 P.M.)

"Hey mom...has Alex called?"

"No, hun. Why?"

I sighed, watching her chop vegetables for the soup she was making. "She's ignoring me."

She put the knife down and wiped her hands as she turned to look at me. "What did you do to her, Chresanto?"

"I didn't do anything, mom. Monday night I got a text from her saying that she didn't want anything to do with me and I've been trying to get to her ever since."

"Did you try...I don't know...going over there?"

I mentally slapped myself. I should have thought of that.

"No..."

Damn, Chres. You're loosing it.

"Well then go over there. I'll be here when you get back. Don't do anything-"

"Bye!" I kissed her cheek and sped for the door before she could say anything else. "Love you!"

"Love you too, Chres."

I closed the door and headed to my car, unlocking the door and sliding in. As soon as I pulled out, my phone rang.

Name a nigga that want some 

I'll out rap his ass 

I'll trap his ass 

Put his ass in a plastic bag with his trash ass 

Take 'em out, bring 'em in 

Them whole things, 2Pac without a nose ring 

Thug life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend

"Prod?"

"Sup Roc?"

I laughed. It's been a while since someone's called me that.

"Heading to Alex's house."

"Mhmm, to do what?"

"It's not even like that. She's not talking to me."

"Oh, man. I'm sorry."

"It's aight...how are you and Tati?"

"We good. I'm going to see her in a minute."

"Oh you home?"

"Yeah."

"It's always good to see your family since don't see you much after you moved to L.A."

"I know. I miss Philly sometimes."

"I know the feeling." I sighed. "Anything strange happen?"

"Nah, not really. But this envelope came to my house. It was addressed to you."