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𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝔂
𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕
°𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮°

" ion think you should cut em." We were currently sitting in his car, smoking a blunt which isn't surprising, and just chilling. We were talking about home cutting my hair. He says he I shouldn't but he also back it up by saying he like pulling hair.

We talk and laugh about nonsense and my phone vibrates.

Incoming Call from Khailil

I look at my phone, contemplating whether I should answer it. Wizyrd stops talking and starts watching me with low, reddish tinted eyes while laid back in his seat. My finger hovers over the green button and I put the phone to my ear.

" hello."

" why the fuck you been answering my calls nigga." Khailil says through the phone. His words slurring hard as fuck and I can tell he drunk as fuck.

" khai get off my phone with this bullshit bruh."

He sucks his teeth. Wizyrd smokes the blunt and pays no attention to the conversation.

" what bullshit nigga. I- I ain't talk to yo punk ass in days and I'm just tryna figure out why." He was raising his voice for no reason at all.

" watch yo fucking mouth. and a phone work both ways Khailil is you really wanted to talk to me you could've been call me. you ain't call me after that nasty bitch spit on me, so don't say shit to me now." I hang up the phone after say that.

wizyrd looks over at me, obviously listening now.

" what?"

" nothing. just surprised you finally showing that you fed up with his shit. proud of you lil baby."

I shrug.

" I'm honestly over it, over everything." I say truthfully. My phone keeps ringing and I silence it.

" nah don't say that."

" it's the truth." I say shrugging again.

" so you over me? over yo pops? over yo friends?"

I don't say anything.

" think of the positive shit sometimes jay. a soldier gone be fearful when they think of fighting in a war zone but they think of the love ones they got at home and them thoughts is gone. think of the people that gotchu, they'll give you a reason to live."

He was right. Nigga can read me like a book.

" and fuck them people who try to give you them negative thoughts. get them out yo life fore it's too late."

It's quiet for a while after this, comfortable silence though. I knew Khailil was toxic and I know that Wizyrd might be my soul mate. But leaving Khailil is a difficult task for me.

People just don't get it.

" stop overthinking that shit too." He says with his head turn towards his window, eyes closed, his right hand behind his head. " I know leaving that nigga ain't gone be easy for cause you obviously love him a lot. He helped you when you were broken I get that. but I can see yo pain now, I see the hurt in yo eyes I feel that shit bruh. I tryna help you now cause obviously he ain't and I'm willing to wait."

I stare at him in his comfortable position. He opens his eyes and turns his head slowly towards me.

" you gone always have me. if nobody else, you got me.

I climb from my seat and sit in his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck and his around my waist.

" I swear you make me act like a bitch. But thank you." I say sincerely. He tightens his around me comfortingly.

" always."

We stay in this position and he turns the radio up.

" I'm the one you really want. Fuck your men you know he soft."

He starts nodding his head to the song. I squint my eyes at him. He looks down at me.

" you don't know this song?"

" yeah, I'm just tryna figure out how you know it."

He nods his head some more.

" Richie Campbell that nigga. you trip." He turns the radio up and sings.

" Did you know, that your man mess around with other girls and all he don't really care about you."

I sit up and look at him. He stares at me with a goofy grin. Starts singing again.

" I don't mind, don't mind on you moving so cold
cause I know that one day you'll be mine."

He winks at me and I punch him playfully and smile.

" I like it when you smile." He smile back at me and pokes his lips out. I stare at him for awhile before leaning in and pressing my lips to his. We pull apart we return to our original actions; me laying on and him nodding his head to songs.

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