Resentment

Ch. 2

September 3rd
New York, New York
Robyn's POV

"Aight we gotta meet Xavier's dumb ass tomorrow at nine. We need to do it in a public place, in our area, just in case he or his boys try some slick shit."

"Hyped?"

"Yeah, let's do it there. We got our people already in there, so we'll be good on that front."

I hear Guillermo and Mel talking back and forth, but I'm not actually listening to what they're saying.

"You good with that boss?" I look up at Guillermo and see all eyes on me, waiting for me to respond. I simply nod my head. Mel can fill me in later.

"Aight, unless ya 'ave someting else tuh put in, I tink we good." I nod my head again after Melissa talks. "Tomorrow at nine we meet at Hyped." The guys all nod before standing up and leaving the warehouse.

I lean forward and grab one of the pre-rolls from the center of the table and light it up. This is probably my eighth or ninth blunt since last night. Nothing seems to take the edge off though.

"What's gotcha 'ead up in da clouds?" Mel asks as she takes the blunt from my fingers.

I shrug my shoulders and lean back in my chair.

"It fucked me up seein ha too." I look over at her and see the sympathy in her eyes. I hate when people look at my like that. "She was da last person I expected tuh see dere."

"Yeh." I just shrug and take another hit.

"Nicki told me dey both got intuh Julliard."

I smile at that, keeping my head tilted back. I always knew she'd go on to doing bigger and better things. That was the main reason for ending what we had.

"Ya ready?" I nod my head and stand up and follow her outside. I put my shades on and get into the car, letting Julius drive us home.

I fold my arms over my chest and rest my head on the seat as I look out the window. Seeing G last night really fucked with my head. Most of the time I'm able to push her to the back of my mind, but it's like that fuckin magnet started working again and started pulling us together like it had when we were seventeen.

She looked... fuck, man. Ion even know where to begin. She's still flawless, her body's filled out even more, her hair is lighter and longer, and her dance moves have gotten twenty times better.

She's still the baddest bitch in the game, hands down. When my eyes landed on her for the first time in two years, it felt like my cold, dead heart started beating again. She's the only person who's ever seen my heart.

The pain that flickered in her eyes when she saw me made my heart clench together seconds after it'd finally started beating again.

And the thing that fucked me up the most? I didn't even get to hear her say a single word. Not one. She ran out of there without even muttering a single thing.

I miss her voice. It was the only thing that calmed me down when my crippling anxiety would make my world come crashing down. I never had a favorite when it came to her, but if I had to choose it would be her voice. Which is insane because its the one thing she would change if she could.

That's just how we were though. Her insecurities were what made her beautiful in my eyes, and the things I was insecure about she would tell me constantly that they were her favorite thing about me. I loved her flaws the most, and she loved mine even more.

My thoughts are cut short when Julius announces we've made it home. He comes to the door and holds it open for me to step out.

"Julius, take da night off. We won't need ya until tomorrow at 8:30."