blurred devotion. brent faiyaz.

.《 21 》

i rolled my eyes & snatched the fucking locks off.

' yes? ' i asked dryly.

' damn ma, what's the attitude? ' brent swerved past me & into my house.

' no attitude, just wanna know why you here? ' i crossed my arms with the door still open.

' um .. hey i'm fine saint thanks for asking. ' he rolled his eyes.

i huffed as i shut & relocked my front door. walking into my living room, i noticed brent had already got comfortable sinking into my sofa.

' sir, what da hell is you doing? ' i questioned.

' saint, come sit down. '

i crossed my arms & rolled my eyes dragging my feet towards him.

' what? '

' nun, my bad for leaving that day tho. '

i shook my head & bit my lip outta irritation.

his hand moved to my shoulder & he caressed it. i moved his hand off. i wasn't necessarily mad at him, but i did feel some typa way. i was feelin the kid, but despite the convo we had that day inna kitchen i was starting to think otherwise.

' saint, how you been though? '

' i've been well. '

silence fell on us.

' what's the matter? what's ya problem?' brent asked seriously.

i studied his face & spoke, ' idk, maybe cuz the nigga who, ' i made air quotations, ' get to know me better can't even some see me or nun? '

he sucked his teeth, ' awe mane. '

' tuh, ' i spoke.

' girl, why you trippin? my bad, i was busy with some work shit & i got caught up. ' he put his head in his hands.

i zoned out for a minute.
' he's right .. why am i trippin? he was supposed to be a one time thing.

i cleared my throat. ' hungry ? '

he nodded. his eyes were a pale tinted red, i could tell he was smoking.

i got up from the couch & walked to yhe kitchen. since, i had on some compression shorts, i had to pull the lower ends down so that they wouldn't ride up which caused brent to chuckle.

i looked back at him, ' i wanna laugh too? '

he continued to giggle a bit, ' nah nah it's nothing. '

i tip toed so that i could reach the top shelf that had tortilla chips. i grabbed them & placed them on the countertop. i then grabbed a grey ceramic bowl & poured in half of the bag. i then went into my fridge to retrieve some chip dip & i splated it on the corner of the bowl.

while, i sliced a thick piece of cornbread my thoughts ran a marathon.

~ thought(s) .

saint. wtf wrong witchu? why you stressing ova that nigga? let alone letting him see that? ...

damn girl. loosen tf up.

maybe you just a little emotional cuz of everything that happened.

damion. why tf is he back here? how tf did he find me. i- oh wait... was he the one stalking me at that gas station inna corner? bro-

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