Nymphomaniac. [Completed]

Let it Go.

*Sydnei's POV*

It's been 3 weeks. Leilanee hasn't answered my calls. She told me to get my shit and get out. So now I'm back at my mom's place with her annoying ass boyfriend until I find me a place to crash.

"Syd, where's my perfume?" my mom came into my room dressed in a black tight dress. I looked her up and down then laid back down on my bed disregarding her question. I hate it here. I don't want to be here.

Me and Leilanee got that place together but when she came home early from her trip, she was going off on me like a madwoman. I mean, I kinda understand why cause I did cheat on her. With Kamani. My best friend. The thought of Kamani made me wet and I instantly felt guilty all over again.

Buzz! Buzz!

My phone was ringing. I looked at my caller ID and saw that it Lanee calling. I smiled wide and sat up answering the phone.

"Look, before you say anything. I wanna say that I miss--" I tried to finish but Leilanee interrupted me.

"I packed the rest of your stuff. You're free to come get it whenever. Oh, and make sure its when I'm here because I got the locks changed." she explained with attitude in her voice.

"What? Why the fuck would you do that? You don't even know why you're mad." I shouted into the phone. 

"I'm tired of you cheating on me. Your pussy is good but it ain't for everybody. You handing it out like refreshments. Sydnei I'm done." Leilanee voice was shaky. She was about to cry.

I didn't know whether to be offended or disappointed with myself. I sighed and put my pride aside.

"I'm sorry. I can't control my hormones for long Leilanee. It just happens, it doesn't mean any--"

"BULLSHIT! IT MEANS SOMETHING TO ME. I PUT YOUR ASS THROUGH SCHOOL AND I'VE BEEN HERE FOR YOU SINCE WE MET. I'M SO DISGUSTED WITH YOU SYDNEI

LIKE REALLY? THAT'S WHAT WE ON? AND THEN YOUR BEST FRIEND--"

I froze up when she mentioned Kamani.

"Y'ALL ARE JUST DEAD ASS WRONG AND IM JUST COMPLETELY THROUGH. I DESERVE BETTER. THIS JUST.. THIS AIN'T IT." she hung up. I stared at my phone trying to think of how I could make this better.

Was she right? Was I just giving myself away freely? I mean, I thought that if I got a quickie, it wouldn't mean anything as long as it was emotionally unattached. Fuck, I need to go over there.

I put on my shoes and grabbed my jacket then headed downstairs. My mom was dancing to some Marvin Gaye. I rolled my eyes.

"Un un. Where you going?" she asked.

"Out. I'll see you later."

"Okay well, Im going out so make sure you cook dinner." she assured me before I walked out. Being the smart ass I am, I responded in the most ignorant way possible.

"Or nah?" I walked out slamming the door. Haha. I laughed on my way to the car.

"Yo!" someone called out. My nosey ass neighbor, Yasmin. I plastered a fake smile on my face when I waved to her.

"You look nice." she complimented me. I had on a big ass sweatshirt and some jogging pants. I guess.

"Ha. Thanks."