Work In Progress

9: Lyin' Ass

Qua POV

I was in the shower when I heard yelling from downstairs. I wrapped ny towel around myself and ran downstairs to see Khalil and Nate basically about to hit each other.

"What the hell?" I asked as I separated both of them.

"What the fuck?" Khalil asked, pulling at my towel.

"I was in the shower before I heard yall down here."

"He come up in here startin' shit talm bout I'm fuckin' you and shit. Boy get the fuck outta here." Nate said as he walked up the stairs.

"But you talkin' shit walkin' up the stairs!"

"And I'll beat yo ass while I'm comin' down the stairs!" Nate yelled back.

"If yall asses dont stop. What the fuck is yall problem?!"

"Why you here?" Khalil asked all up in my space bubble.

"Because my mother kicked me out and I'm stayin with Nate. Is there a problem?" I asked like a little white girl.

"Come on." He said grabbing his keys.

"Nigga do you or do you see what I'm wearing?"

"Hurry up, damn."

"No. Why and where am I goin'?"

"With me. Get yo shit."

"Uhh, excuse you. I aint goin' no where. Just cause we datin dont mean you need to act like you a bitch daddy and shit."

"Fuck it then. Stay yo ass here."

"Bye!" I said as I slammed the door in his face. Why is he blowin' up because I stay with Nate? We aint doin' nothin'. That little kiss wasnt shit. Matter of fact I stopped because I was thinkin' about his ungrateful ass. Bitch niggas.

I rolled my eyes as I made my way back up the stairs. Weed filled the air as I walked past Nate's room. I knocked before walking in.

"Hey, you okay?"

"I'm cool. Just tell yo little chihuahua to stay on his leash."

"I'm sorry about that."

"Its cool but if he gone be comin' up in here with that bullshit everyday, you gotta go." He said, slightly chuckling.

"Nah, that aint happenin'." I said before he passed the blunt to me. About an hour later we were downstairs eating everything.

"Nigga yo aint got shit to eat." He said as he plopped down on the couch with a bag of doritos.

"Nigga this is yo house."

"Oh yeah." Bruh we hella stupid.
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"Khalil you overreacting. Aint nobody cheatin' on you!" I yelled. He is still on that bullshit about me stayin' with Nate.

"You smell like a nigga everytime I see you."

"I LIVE WITH A MUTHAFUCKIN MAN WHO SMELLS AND SPRAYS SHIT LIKE A MAN SO I MIGHT SMELL LIKE ONE EVERY NOW AND THEN!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. His phone started to ring and I yes I was lurkin'. I peeped the name and it said "Bby Momma." Wait, Baby Momma? Nigga hell no. He excused hisself from the room while he spoke to his proclaimed baby momma with his lyin', dirty ass. He came back in and tried to work it out but I blew up on him.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" I said calmly while lookin at his facially expression change.

"What you talm' 'bout?" He asked, getting nervous.

"Who was you just talkin' to?"

"My momma." This nigga. -_-

"You a damn lie."

"What is yo crazy ass talkin' 'bout?" He asked, sort of laughing.

"So you think that you cana child or baby momma and tell her that you go do some shit later on with her while you supposedly in a "relationship" with me. This why I aint wanna give you ass a chance. You just like all these otha' niggas. You aint shit!" I said standing up and getting ready to go.

"Where you gettin' this from?" I picked up his phone and threw it at the wall.

"See if you talk again." I said before walking towards the door.

"Man you on that bullshit."

"Kiss my ass." I said before finally leaving out. Shortest relationship of my life.