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𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞
"What do you mean Jay is here, Mik ?" You turned slightly, with Connie's hands still on your waist and spoke close enough to Mikasa so only she could hear you.
"I mean me and Jean just saw him walking into the party with some of other guys," she whispers back to you.
You sigh and since you wanted to avoid any form of drama, your immediate plan was to get Connie and everyone out of the party, without running into him.
Yep, that plan seemed good and like it would be able to work for five seconds. That is until you hear a certain Puerto Rican boy getting tough.
"Don't forget what the fuck happened at the shop, Jay." Papi yells getting into Jay's face.
"Nigga move out of my way. I just came here to party and talk to (y/n)."
"Her man is here. The fuck you needa talk to her for-" You quickly left Connie and went to interrupt Papi before a bigger scene could be made.
"Papi. Just go with Connie and everyone to the car. I'll be there in a second." You push him ahead of you and he begins walking to where the rest of your friends were.
"Aw (n/n). You don't know how to say hi anymore ?" Jay says, teasing you. He was clearly drunk out of his mind. Great. The last thing you wanted to deal with right now is a drunk ass, crazy ass, ex nigga, named Jay.
"Boy fuck you and your hi. What do you want ?"
"Let me just talk to you real quick, (y/n). Just you and me." The look on his face was sincere. You sigh and look back, to see your friends walking off of the beach. You nod your head. Jay leads you away from the large group of people and begins talking.
"You have until we get to my car. Speak," you demand, keeping your eyes straight ahead of you.
"Well, I just wanna know why do you treat me the way you do ?"
You keep your head straight while somehow managing to remain calm. "What are you talking about ?"
"Nah (n/n). I'm kinda hurt you let them niggas do me like that at your shop and shit." Jay's words slurred and you could smell the faint stench of vodka on his breath.
"Maybe if you wasn't tryna start shit, it wouldn't have happened."
"Be honest with me (n/n). You fuckin' him ?" He says a little more angrily.
