Shootout

(12) Just me?

*Knock Knock knock*

Soon as I walked in the house, I heard loud banging on my front door, knowing that it's Bryson.

"What?" I asked while sighing as I opened the door.

He ignores my question and pushed past me and came inside with me inviting him in. "Mane what the fuck wrong witchu? You gon tell me what the fuck wrong."

"Nothings wrong Bryson." I huffed. "Now get out." I reopened the front door forcefully so he could leave.

"Nigga I ain't leaving til yo ass tell me what the hell gon on." He said seriously. His Memphis accent always is strong when he's mad.

"Mane quit ignorin' me and talk!" He spat.

"What the fuck you want me to say?"

"Tell me why you mad ma." He said, calming his aggressive tone to his voice and walking closer to me and lifting my chin up. "What's good? Talk to me."

The slight scent of his cologne or whatever he uses to make him smell this good hit my nose as he got closer to me and lifted my chin up higher to look at him. I let out a huge sigh before speaking, nervous to explain why I'm really upset.

"I'm not your girl, so I know I don't have the right to be mad about this... but.... when we were at the trap someone called your phone and you left to go to the bathroom to answer it... and I peeped the caller ID... and it was a blue heart calling you. And I can't help but to wonder if the blue heart was a female. I just think it's disrespectful how you can talk to another bitch while I'm in the same setting as you... I know we ain't together, but damn Bry... I really like you, and-"

Suddenly he placed a long and deep kiss on my lips that lasted for about twenty seconds.

"Shut up." His deep voice spoke lowly as he broke the kiss.

"Shut up?" I scrunched my eyebrows at him and looked at him like he was crazy.

"That wasn't no bitch callin' me. That was my grandma." He then pulled out his phone and clicked on the caller ID with the blue heart and showed some of the messages. And by the looks of it, it was definitely his grandma.

My heart dropped.

I felt so fucking embarrassed.

"Damn." I sighed. "Bryson, I'm sorry."

"My grandma was callin' to check up on me. And I had to speak to her nurses to make sho she good."

"Fuck." I mumbled. "I'm so-"

"You good, baby." He chuckled. "You said you liked me?" He smirked.

"I thought you already knew that." I mumbled shyly.

"You know I fuck witchu too." He smiled, showing off the golds in his mouth. "And I ain't finna talk to no bitch while you in the room. I got too much respect for you to be doin' that lame shit. Ion wan' talk to no other bitch anyways if she ain't you." He said boldly.

My heart dropped again and butterflies entered my body. I don't know if what he's saying is true and he's just trying to get in my head, but I can't lie, I liked hearing that sentence come out his mouth.

"You don't mean it... you're just saying that."

He sucked his teeth. "You so used to fuckin' with them lame ass niggas who used to get in yo head. I ain't like them niggas ma. Imma tell you straight up how it is... When I tell you sum then I really mean that shit."