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Devin Lamar Ross | Draco
"Aye girl, back up." I pushed Vannah hand out my face. Her ass was doin way to much and was startin to piss me off. She glared at me, "You been ignorin me all fuckin night Draco. Don't play dumb wimme."
I sucked my teeth, "Nobody was ignorin you. I jus ain seen you till now." She followed my ass out here and won't get from off my car. Now she startin her bullshit and ian got time.
"My girl seen you wit tha big hoe, i would hate to have to beat her ass." Vannah said. She kept talkin wit her hands in my face and it was pissin me off.
"Bit- Vannah, ion care who you see me wit. We not together and never will be. Move from infront of my car so I can go." I said. She looked real hurt from wha I said, but she needed to hear it.
"You can't do this to me. You know I love you! Why keep doin this to me?" She asked. Ian doin shit to her, I explained what I wanted from the beginning.
I sighed, "Vannah im not in the mood right now."
"I quite frankly dont give a fuck! You always do this to me. You come around, fuck me for a while then leave. Ian no fuckin hoe you can do tha to."
The hoe start breathing heavy and shit. "You mus be dont know how crazy I get!" She screamed.
Here she go wit this fake delusional shit, cut it out.
"Ain no need to get crazy for a nigga tha ain want yo ass. Thas not crazy, it's delusional." I shrugged.
And that shit not cute.
"Listen, yo ass tweakin and I'm ready to go. Either you gon move or ima have to bodyslam yo ass from my car." I said seriously. She laughed, "Draco we both kno you not gon hit me back. Daisha living proof from that." She said the last part low.
It made my stomach turn hearing that shit. "The fuck you jus said, bitch?" I asked. Her eyes widened, "I-"
Before she could say anything, I moved her out the way of my car. I got in quick and started it up. She knew not to say nun else, jus walk off. I took a deep breath and turned the car back off.
Thinking about Daisha. I couldn't even keep my mind straight. I tried to steady my breathing while my fist remained clutched. Breathe, nigga. I told myself that over and over in my head.
The fact that bitch brought her up, is a very low blow. Its some deep- fucked up shit I never wanna think bout again, really. And the more I tried to take my mind off it, the more it fucked me up.
