Boss

𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝓣𝔀𝓸

"Hey Lay. I decided I would come anyway, you still wanna- DAVE?!" My brother swiftly pulls his gun out and points it at Dave.

"Whoa! Chill Monty."

"Layla. Girl, you dumb as hell for this shit you pulled. Why am I not phased though?" He says with a disappointed look in his eye. He stays stern and motions for me to move. I stay planted. "Move Lay."

"Monty can you put the gun down for a second?" I ask.

"Move Lay." He says again.

"If you plan on shooting him, forget about it. I'm not moving and neither is he."

***

Monty and I hold intense eye contact. I know there's no getting through to him by talking so we gone rough it out. Almost as if she was being pulled by an imaginary rope, Mani comes in behind eating a bag of chips. She looks up to see her boyfriend holding a gun to his sister/her bestie.

"Nigga, fuck you got going on?!" She says smacking him up the side of his head. Monty tried to keep his focus.

"Move, Mani."

"Monty, are you serious?? Put the fucking gun down, nigga." She says snatching it from him. She slips it in her purse and closes the door behind herself.

"You don't see this shit, bae?? She posted up with Dave." He says.

"Yeah, that's her nigga. Duh!" Mani says. I face palm.

"Her what?!" Monty says.

"Mani..." I say completely drained. "Monty, I know this seems like a lot but I really need you to chill out right now, aight?"

"Chill out?! Lay. Lay. Lay. Lay." He keeps saying in a very 'do you hear yourself right now?" tone.

"Monty, let's just talk, aight?"

"I'm only leaving if Amani keeps this gun on that nigga." He says. I look at her and motion for her to go ahead.

"I'll be back, Dave." I say. He looks just as exhausted as me, if not more. We walk into the room and he paces like crazy. I just stand and watch. I don't know where to start. "So I get that you're confused. Trust me I am too. Dave doesn't want me dead and I don't really want him dead either..."

"Lay, you better start making sense soon, bruh."

"Dave and I... are dating. Or together. Some shit like that. We have been for like a few weeks...off and on...actually I'm not really sure what the fuck that whole moment was-"

"Lay!"

"Right. Monty I don't know what else to say. Meet ma nigga??"

"Your nigga, Layla? I'm really fighting the urge to fucking slap some sense into you. How you think Dad gone react to this? He ain't like you wit Demitrius and you think he gone like Dave??? You're buggin, Lay. Trippin. Allat. You're crazy."

"I know...but I'm crazy in love. I'm on my Beyoncé shit, bro. I can barely explain it but you gotta give him a chance."