"Bestie!?", he called.
'Don't talk to me, nigga. You make me sick', she hissed walking into her bedroom.
"Bae, don't be like dat. You know that I was only looking out for your ass, girl", he said following behind her, grasping her by the arm pulling her body against his.
'Man, just leave me alone, Chris', she responded vehemently.
"You mad at me", he stated leaning down placing a kiss to her forehead.
'Ya damn skippy', she agreed.
He sighed, "What can I do to make it up to ya? You know I ain't sorry, but I don't like fa ya ass to be mad at me. You know I love you, right?", he asked.
She did not say anything.
"Right?", he asked, arms tightening around her.
'I guess, now let me go', she grumbled trying to unwind his arms from around her.
He kissed his teeth, "You guess? Don't fuckin' play wit' me, Mor", he said staring down at her, nostrils flaring. If there was one thing he hated for sure it was when she doubted his love for her and she knew this.
She rolled her eyes being done with this conversation. She just wanted to lie down on her comfortable bed and wallow in her misery for a little while without the very cause of it being in her presence. They, Chris, a couple of friends, and her were out chillin' when she was approached by a cute guy. They were talking when Chris approaches them hanging all over her and ran him off. She just wanted to find someone. She felt like she was ready to love someone deeper than platonically, but now she feels like she probably never will with Chris around. This isn't the first time he has done this either. It is actually around the fifth and she is fed up with his shit.
She found herself on her bed with Chris on top of her lying between her legs kissing on her neck.
'Stop', she breathed shoving at his shoulders.
"You still mad?", he asked in between kisses.
She grunted in annoyance, 'Stop', she ordered, but he continued.
"Then no", he denied then proceeded to fuck her back to sleep.
"Bianca what the fuck was that?" David says to me as we walk inside his house. The whole car ride was silent, no one uttered a word and I don't know why. I hate silence. Silence allows the brain to think about a lot of shit over and over. He already had a lot of things replaying in his head. He probably thought about how to reply to my comments. He just had this whole conversation planned out already.
"What was what?" I reply sitting down on the couch. I sigh of relief that I finally got a chance to take off my heels.
"Y'all got something going on between y'all, don't y'all?" David replies standing up
"I don't know what you're talking about" I unzip my jacket sitting it down beside me. I knew my nonchalantness would piss him off.
"Bianca stop fucking playing with me" David spat back. He's not the type to raise his voice during an argument. You knew he was mad when he starts cursing at you and says your name all in the same sentence.
"I'm not doing anything. I don't know what or who you're talking about David" I take out my phone and start to text Parish telling her how the event went.
"You fucking Chris aren't you?"
I just looked up at him making a stank face and then back down at my phone.
"Hello? I'm talking to you" David stands in front of me. I wasn't in the mood to bicker back and forth with him right now. I could've just told him yes, but he didn't want to know the truth.
He smacks my phone out of my hand. I look up at him
"Are you fucking him?!" He yells at me and that took me off guard.
"No!" I shout back at him. "Are we done yelling?" I ask calmly raising an eyebrow.
"You think this shit funny?" He questions "Go home"