August.
I haven't talked to Draya since she gave me that picture. I don' messed with so many females in that school, it doesn't make sense. That being said, it could be anyone of them broads.
More than likely a fuck and duck. I never got attached to females, and I don't see how they get attached after a couple hours.
I could tell Draya feelings was hurt. I could tell that them kisses had her feeling some type'a way. But shit, I was exploring.
It's gone be to the point with Draya where she gon' be vulnerable when it comes to me. She gon' be wide open and unable to comprehend what's going on.
As for the lurking ass bitch and her messy ass picture, I'ma find out who it is. Like how damn childish could you be? On top of that, you put the picture on the girl car which raises multiple questions.
Why?
Why're you lurking?
How you know what she whippin'?
The list goes on and on. But to be petty and go as far as saying "enjoy it while she can," or whatever the hell it said, is beyond ridiculous. 9 times out of 10, the female who said the shit was one of the ones who was tryna marry a nigga post-dick down. These females nowadays kill me.
I got something I need to talk to Draya about though. This Torian nigga. For whatever reason I can't find shit on his niece. But I still remember seeing him before.
Speaking of her.
I jumped out of my truck and jogged up next to her. She looked at me and then sped up. Fuck I do to her?
"Draya, bring yo ass hea' mane."
"You can stop talking to me like I'm your bitch."
"Could be." She scrunched up her face and scoffed. "Nah, but fa'real, I got somethin' I needa ask you."
"What?" She asked with all the attitude. I ain't ask for that shit.
"Chill out. But you know a nigga named Torian?" She tensed up and her face turned red. Her eyes were no longer brown and beautiful, they were black and full of hate. "W'as wrong witchu?" She shook her head and tried to walk off. "Girl, do we need to have a rerun of the week befa' last?" I asked as I held on to her arm.
"August, let me the FUCK go." She spoke with emphasis on 'fuck'.
"Naw, answer my question. Do you know bro?"
"Why?"
"I need ta know." She snatched her arm away and walked, well more like ran off. I'ma pretend like I'aint see her limping or the bruise on her wrist.
Pretend my ass, I peeped allat shit.
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I gotta find a way to get under her skin, and have her open up to me. Well some more.
Right now, it's not going too well. Ion wanna play her, but shit it's looking real dark right now.
If she was any other chick, I would've fucked and dipped a while ago. But we talm 'bout a whole different chick with a whole other personality. She may walk around bruised up and shit, but she got something going for herself. She smart as hell, and she carry herself with class. Draya not a regular bitch that throws herself at me.
Hell, she tries her hardest to stay away from me, but we all know that's not happening.
Basic don't run in her blood.
