-Jasmine carter
I woke up feeling extremely sore. I had to work real late and I was ode tired. My eyes fluttered open and the first thing I see? My Gorgeous boyfriend Devin SIKE! I see this dusty bunny little boy looking at me with dry drool and crust in the corner of his eyes. Eww. I rolled my eye and rolled over trying to go back to sleep after what I just saw. Ooh lord, he started talking and that morning breath hit me.
"How did you sleep" he asked "good I guess." I replied very bluntly. "What's your attitude problem today?" He stated furrowing his eyebrows. "Nigga don't play. You still ain't off the hook so don't even try that best boyfriend ever charade. You ain't slick." I said standing up and walking to the bathroom "I said I was sorry 3 times. I'm not gonna say it again. You need to loose your attitude quick." He said "how bout no." I said while brushing my teeth. In the corner of my eye I saw him glaring a me clearly pissed off. "Look, it's not my fault yo friend kept feeling up on me. What was I suppose I do." He said. "PUSH HER THE HELL OFF!" I said raising my voice. "Chill." He replied. No. In done. I stormed out of the room and grabbed my keys, kissed his daughter Lyric on the forehead , grabbed my purse, and left the house. Devin was technically my "Boyfriend #2" I was with Prod but he was seeing some other chick so I did the same trying to get revenge. Now devin want leave me alone and in forced to stay with him. He hooked up with my best friend justice. *cough cough* HOETIC JUSTICE. She ended up having sex with him and I found out oddly enough from her. He tried to play innocent and apparently I didn't mean a thing. Whatever. I drove down the road and approached a stop light. My favorite song Swimming Pools (Drank) by Kendrick Lamar came on. Yes! Just what I needed! I turned it up a few notches and started singing "pour up, drank. Headshot, drank. Standup, drank. Sit down, drank. Pass out, drank. Wake up,drank. Faded, drank. Faded, drank" I love this song. I looked to my left and what do I see....Prod and Nichole. His ex. Oh hell naw. I drove off speeding hoping he would see my car and panic. I was kinda wanting to hear his excuse this time. No we aren't the white couple. (A/N: I'm not racist. I'm mixed with black white and Indian anyway so please chill! :) ) we don't say "oh I love you Tom. You too Judy. Mwah mwah." Kiss in the rain. We say AYOO! PROD. GETCHO ASS OUT THA RAIN. I JUST GOT MY HAIR DID. RAIN PLUS MY HAIR DO NOT MIX!
