pretty girls like drug dealers | blueface | completed

whose man?

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Ava pov

The girl continued to look through the window trying to see who was inside.

She was a pretty, brown-skin girl with tattoos covering both of her arms. Her facial features were perfectly proportioned and from what I could see, she had a nice shape that could be described as slim thick.

Basically, she was fine as hell.

"Uh-uh he got me fucked up driving these hoes around."

She pulled on the door handle trying to open the door but it was locked.

Thank god

"Open the door witcho ole scary ass. Don't be fucking with somebody else nigga and you can't fight."

Her friends were hyping her up in the background as I sat there in shock. I'm not fighting these crazy bitches, I thought to myself.

She went inside I'm assuming to confront Demetrius, and when they came out yelling at each other, that was confirmed.

Demetrius walked out of the building with our food and the girl followed him once again coming to my side trying to get in.

"Tiara if you don't getcho stupid ass away from my car." He told her.

"You really a trifling ass nigga. How you gone hit me telling me you miss me and then be out here entertaining bitches?"

"Call her a bitch again and see what I do." He said putting our food on the hood.

"Oh she can't talk for herself? Hellllllooooo." she said said knocking on my window.

"I feel like you trying me 'cause you know Ian finna put my hands on no female, but Ian gone tell you again to get the fuck away from my shit."

"Don't text me no more, don't write me on Instagram, nun of that. I'm done fucking with niggas like you. You really caping for her and I been there for you for years. That's some lame shit and you know it Meechie."

"Go home Tiara." He told her.

"Fuck you." She said as her voice broke "It's cool though 'cause karma ain't gone play with your ass."

"Teetee let's go" One of her friends said as she held the door open for her to get in.

Demetrius unlocked the doors and got in, passing me the bag and putting the drinks in the cup holder.

"My bad fa' that" He said.

I stayed silent.

Sensing that I didn't want to talk, he started driving towards his house.

When he put the car in park outside, I finally spoke.

"You told her you missed her?" I asked lowly.

He leaned his head back and looked at me before saying, "I sent that shit weeks ago. She was just fucking with you Ava."

I searched his eyes to see if he was lying. "I don't believe you." I said simply.

He cleared his throat, "Ian wrote her in weeks. Ion be fucking with these hoes no more."

I continued to stare at him.

"Look" He said pulling out his phone, scrolling to a unsaved number. "She be texting me but Ian with that shit."

He went through the message thread showing me the last time he texted her as well as the numerous messages of her texting him, receiving no response.

"I can show you my DM's on Instagram too. Ion even be on there forreal."