𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 | 18+

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎

ESME

" ..And then he showed up to my apartment unannounced and kept saying the most stupidest shit ever! and then he says oh ' i have to protect my heart' — what fucking heart?!" I fumed, throwing my hands in the air.

" Damn, and this all happened after we stopped texting?" Cayden says, glancing over to me.

" Yes! I was already crying over the fact that he used me, and now he's giving me a half ass apology so i can forgive him and act like everything is fine but it's not! And then I cried some more because It was just too overwhelming for me. Today was supposed to be about  catching up on chores and laundry— i shouldn't be stressing over some asshole who wanted me just because of what was between my legs."

He hummed, " Niggas act like that because they afraid to fall in love, Esme. Trust me, I've seen that shit all the time. Niggas bein assholes to girls who wanna treat them right, but when they lose ol' girl it's like the whole world just falls apart fa them. Best believe dat nigga gon regret ever hurting you, that's fasho. He don't know what he missing out on. You're more than ya looks, and if he doesn't know that then he's a dumbass."

I huffed, drawing my eyes to the passenger window, watching as we passed by varieties of cars. " I'm just tired of it Cay.  I'm sick and tired of always being the fucking victim to his actions. All he does is treat me like shit and then try kissing my ass like-"

" Now you just letting that shit stress you out. Take a deep breath, sit back and relax, play whatever song you want to listen to— anything that's gonna keep you from stressing ova some fuck nigga. Aigh? You better than that, Esme. And if he does try to talk to you or sum, shut that shit down. Okay?"

I sighed, " Okay, Thanks for listening."

Cayden mushed my head, chuckling. " Whateva big head."

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MIGUEL

" You straight?"  Enzo asked for the third time, nudging my arm to grab the blunt. My eye twitched in annoyance.

I snatched the blunt from his hand, taking two puffs and passing it to Kai'.

After the whole situation wit Esme slamming that door in my face, I've been in a sour ass mood. A nigga not gon admit it but that shit bothered me, like how you just gon slam the door in my face while I'm tryna talk to you? And I'm never the type of mothafucka to just communicate wit any women for the hell of it.

So here I was, smoking my third blunt wit da bro's, trying to calm my temper down before I break a mothafucka's neck, but that shit wasn't working. Her words got to me, that's fasho. And that's what pisses me off the most— why does she always have to be right about everything? That shit don't make any sense.

" Nigga didn't you ask me that five minutes ago? Stop asking me the same shit over and over again." I snapped.

Enzo held up his hands in surrender, " I was just asking-"

" Well stop asking me den, the fuck. I done told you once so that shoulda been ya answer," I gritted.

Kai snorted loudly, " Ion know what bitch got yo stank ass draws in a twist, but i give shawty props! Ain't neva seen yo high yella ass dis mad in years."