Chloe'
" Man why you trippin'? "
" Cuss bitches all in yo phone! " I spat.
" You acting like I'm texting they ass back. "
" But you want too. "
" Why would I? " He snarled. " I got you man, stop being so insecure."
I was about to respond when his phone vibrated again, indicating a text . I snatched the phone from the table before he had a chance .
" You need to leave Chloe' and get with this? " I read from the phone aloud.
We were going on 4 months now and don't do shit but argue. Last month he transferred to my school, to keep a close eye on me. Every since the shooting he's been overly protective. And every since he came to my school bitches been hating. I swear it's always something now that we go to school together.
It seems as if females at my school practically throw themselves at him. I'm not with fighting over a boy, but whats mine is mine.
" Ignore her , she just mad. "
" Ignore her, huh? " I chuckled sarcastically. " How the fuck she get your number anyway? "
" Calm yo ass down, cuss - "
" Calm down, shit! " I yelled throwing his phone at the wall with force. I watched as his iPhone shattered. I didn't mean to throw his phone, but the anger inside of me was taking over. I had a right to be upset because he gave them his number . It doesn't even matter exactly how they got it, but they had it.
He looked over at me with pure anger in his eyes. I took a step back as he inched towards me now jacking me up.
" Let my fucking shirt go ! "
" What is yo problem Man! " he yelled . " Did I do all that when that nigga was all sexual wit' chu' ? "
"Huh?!" He yelled in my face.
"None of them can say they did shit wit' me! " he spat. "Get yo shit! "
He let my shirt go causing me to fumble. I got up and slapped the living hell out of him.
" You bastard! " I yelled putting my boots on.
" Keep yo fucking hands off me, this my first and last time telling you that . Just cuss Ion hit females you ain't finna be slapping me around like I'm sum' bitch. "
" Shut the fuck up! " I yelled.
" Chloe' I'm telling you, stop talking to me like I'm sum' lame. "
I pushed him making him step back a little. He grabbed my shirt once again jacking me up.
" CHLOE' STOP FUCKING PLAYING WITH ME ! YOU ALREADY BROKE MY DAMN PHONE. YOU LUCKY YOU A FEMALE ! " he yelled.
I rolled my eyes as he removed his hands from my now wrinkled and stretched out of shape shirt .
" Take me home! " I sniffed. I don't know why but I was getting emotional, I've never seen him this angry and it's all my fault. Other girls texting him and it's got me wondering where I stand.
" Ma, why you crying? Huh? " " You don't got no reason to be crying. "
" Because this relationship... It's not working. "
" Nah , what you mean?
" You got girls all in yo phone.. They shouldn't even have your number. "
" It's not even - "
" Save it, please just take me home. " I said calmly..
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