Bittersweet (COMPLETED)

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"You think runnin' away from me gon' solve yo problems?!" He yelled.

I stood there speechless, not knowing what to say to him.

"You get on that plane and I promise you," he said before letting out a bitter chuckle. "It won't solve your problems, it'll only be the beginning."

𝟷 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛
𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟾 𝙰.𝙼.
𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚘, 𝙸𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜

I sat at the bar nursing on my drink.

"Naya if you're gonna sit around and look pitiful then I'm going to have fun without you," Briana my best friend said.

Briana was white with short brown hair. Her dark hair made her blue eyes pop out, so did the red satin dress she wore.

"Briana if you want to go dance you can," I said.

"I don't want to just leave you here at the bar-"

"Briana, go," I said before she took one last look at me before going into the crowd.

I watched her walk away before turning back to my glass.

"Y'know I don't think I've seen someone take nearly this long to finish a drink," I heard a masculine voice say before I looked up.

He flashed a charming bright smile which only added to his already too attractive features. He had short dark hair that lead into a full nicely groomed beard. His caramel brown like skin appeared to be smoother than a baby's ass.

"I Uh-" I started but couldn't help but to crack a smile. "I'm just taking my time that's all... not that it's your business," I finished before he chuckled.

"Maybe it's not... I'm Otis," he said holding his hand out for me to shake.

"I'm Naya," I said.

"I'm over here in a section with my friends if you want to slide through," he said before I furrowed my eyebrows. "They saw me lookin' at you and made me come down here," he said before I let out a soft chuckle.

"I-" before I could finish my phone started ringing. "Hello?" I answered.

"Naya? Where the fuck is Bri and why isn't she answering her phone?" I heard Madison Briana's cousin's voice boom through the phone.

"We're at the club, you know that-"

"Well it's way past midnight. I'm ready to go home and J'Michael is crying way more than usual," she said referring to Briana's one and a half year old son.

"Well maybe he doesn't like yo stank ass attitude and bad energy you always bring around him," I said rolling my eyes. "I'll get Bri, bye," I said before hanging up.

"It was nice meeting you... Otis, but I have to go. Sorry I can't join you tonight," I said as I got up from the bar.

I went to go find Briana before we had to leave the club.

"I swear if I could afford a damn babysitter Madison's ass wouldn't even be over my house," Briana complained as she sped down the street.

"I don't see why you don't just call Michael and tell him to come get his fat head son," I said.

"You know I can't talk to that man... I'm just some white trash he slept with. He could care less about me or my son," she said as she sharply turned the corner.

"First of all you're not white trash," I said before she looked at me. "Okay maybe you are just a little bit but you're really not," I said before she laughed. "And even still that doesn't give him an excuse to not take care of his child."

"I'm not saying it is but that's his mindset," Briana said. "Honestly I would've been better off leaving him with you since you didn't do shit but sit at the damn bar," she said.

"You right," I said before she rolled her eyes.