Made For It

6

"Don't be like that. Someone invited me.." She claimed, snaking her arms around his upper half. He furrowed his eyebrows pushing her off of him.

"Yo, back up. You got no business here." Cairo raged. Porsha rolled her eyes.

"Boy, please stop acting like we wasn't together at one point." She said, snaking her neck.

"I don't give a fuck. You not welcomed here. Grimey ass bitch." He spat.

Just then, Bree was making her way out of the house with her hands washed and bladder relieved. She furrowed her eyebrows, seeing Cairo and a girl talking in the yard. It wasn't the fact that they were talking, but moreso that it looked like they were arguing. She quickly sped walked down the steps and driveway, stepping beside her man.

"You good, baby?" She asked him, looking at the mean face he wore.

Porsha raised her eyebrows. "Baby? Really, Cairo? This is what you replaced me with?"

"Excuse me?" Bree retorted.

"Bitch, you heard me." Porsha chuckled.

"Oh.. you must be Polly." Bree joked, but not really as she looked Porsha up and down.

"Por-sha."

"I could give a fuck what your name is. You see he don't wanna be bothered with your chunky ass. Go fuck on another one of his opps." Bree snapped.

Cairo looked at her, wondering how she knew that, but brushed it off. "Let's go." He told her, pulling her hand and over to his car.

"Bitch, fuck you and him!" Porsha yelled, causing Bree to stick up her middle finger.

"Yo, who the fuck told you bout that shit?" Cairo questioned when they got settled into his car. He really didn't like people knowing his business.

"What?" Bree asked.

"Who told you about that shit wit' Porsha, huh? You did your research on me?"

"No, you fucking idiot. You really mad because I defended you? The fuck is your problem?" Bree argued as Cairo pulled off.

"No, I'm mad because you told my fucking business."

"Boy, fuck you. You don't even have a valid reason to be mad. I was finally in a good mood and you just ruined it."

"Ion' give a fuck, don't tell my business. You can't be mad at the repercussions." Cairo ranted.

"Shut the fuck up talking to me. Stupid ass boy."

He looked over at her. "Boy?"

"That's what the fuck I said." She went on.

"Yea, ight. I suggest you lower yo fuckin' tone and talk to me like you got some sense. I'm not none of them bitch ass niggas you used to fuck wit." He hissed.

Bree didn't respond, instead she just rolled her eyes and scrolled through her Instagram feed. She stopped when she seen a picture of Aiya and Raina. They were in the mirror posing, and the caption read: '#realestonmyteam❤️'

Bree scoffed. She went to Aiya's page and pressed unfollow. She didn't wanna see that fake ass shit on her timeline.

They rode in silence. The tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Cairo knew he shouldn't have blanked on her like that, but at the same time, he felt like she shouldn't have brought up his past with Porsha. He didn't like being reminded of it.

She on the other hand, just felt like he overreacted. All she was trying to do was take up for him.

She sat with one hand under her chin as she sat back and looked out of the car window. She didn't bother to look his way or even give a quick glance. Her mood was ruined.