No Better Heaven Than You.

The Banana Crew💔

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"Are you sure about this? I mean they removed you from everything. I mean Corey & King won't even talk to you." Looking over at Mariah, I shook my head.

"I wouldn't want to talk to me either! You made me look like a real asshole that night. I mean really? Why wouldn't you just shut up and mind your business?" Rolling her eyes, she crossed her arms like a brat.

"I felt like it was wrong to hide that from her. I mean they had been broken up for a minute, so I didn't think she would take it that far! Now she's aired the damn girl out for busting her teeth out her head." Shaking my head, I snatched my keys off the table.

"You need to apologize to, but I don't feel like breaking up another fight for awhile. So why I try to go fix what you destroyed by being nosy, let's pray I don't get my ass kicked like Chanel did."

"You just got here and now you're about to go leave for that bullshit?" Clenching and unclenching my jaw, I walked to the door.

"I'm going to pretend like you didn't just say that, and walk away." Chanel didn't live far from Airi, so I found myself damn near wheezing at her front door quicker than I was ready. Tray's car was out front, so I prayed he didn't answer the door. Knocking on it, I waited and waited until finally I heard the locks turning. Waving when Juliette's face came into view, I frowned at her next words.

"My sisters going to kill you." Seconds later, she appeared behind Juliette.

"What are you doing here? You need to leave and lose my address while you're at it." She scowled, her face full of anger.

Damn, I really fucked up.

"C'mon Airi! I'm sure you tell Tray stuff to, only difference is he doesn't run his mouth. She thought that because they broke up, it wouldn't be that big of a deal!" Turning away from me, she yelled into the house.

"Tray! Tray!" Throwing my hands up in the air, I stepped off the porch as he came to the door.

"Ayo chill on me please. Just listen! I'm sorry, I really am. Please let me earn your trust back." Holding my hands up, I gripped onto Tray as we fell down the rest of the steps into the grass.

"Get off me nigga!" Grunting when he punched me in the nose, I twisted my arms over my head feeling nothing but pain in my rib cage and arms.

"Tray! Tray get up you're making a scene!" Wiping my mouth as blood gushed from nose, I stood with Damon's help. Stumbling around, I held my head as my vision blurred. This nigga was really crazy.

"Look. I'm sorry bro I swear to god." I yelled, jumping back when he swung at me at me again.

"Fuck you nigga! You and yo bitch a op!" Taking the washcloth Airi's mother offered me, I glared at Tray from a distance as Airi pushed him back inside.

"What can I do to prove it bro!? Airi?" Shaking her head, she slammed her front door shut. What felt like hours later, she reappeared with a calmer Tray. He was still visibly angry, so I kept my distance as Airi approached me. I thought I was safe, only to have her slap me upside my head.

"Damn! Y'all just beating on a nigga!" Wincing, I held the side of my head.

"I would tell you to break up with Mariah, but that's to easy. So I want you to deliver this to Chanel, with Mariah in tow. I know how many photos are in there. Make sure she takes those posts down about us, and tell her to make a public apology for her part in it! She ain't gotta lie and say what happened didn't happen because it did. But tell that bitch to stop playing victim, before I give her something to cry about." I was confused, but I nodded and took the envelope anyway.