"i'm coming to you as a women"i stared at the text in disbelief.. not again.
"i'm coming to you as a women.. your man ain't loyal and i feel like you need to know . he was at mine around sunday and shit went down , i saw your number when you texted kay, my names Lani btw"
i read the text out loud ..this nigha gon get me madd.
"kay" i called him .
"lemme explain" he said .
"explain why the fuck your fucking bitches on sunday?" i said laughing.
"bro what" he laughed .
"who's lani?" i said . the call went quiet. "ight coo" i said and ended the call .
let me go live and ruin this nighas life.
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the situation was bad , it was getting posted on shaderoom and everything. i low-key felt bad for slandering him online but his lil side beat.. anyways.
she has her two pence to say .
"i don't know why she'd react like that .. too ghetto for me" ha exact words.
ghetto?
he kept trying to call me . decline .
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i walked downstairs with my bonnet on , there he was with his homeboys.
argh this bitch camrin.
i turned around so fast. "maria" he shouted after me . i went into my room shutting the door and him opening the door . "chill" he said shutting it silently .
"talk to me" he said approaching me closer and closer .
"u fucking busted my lip" i said pushing him. he put his hand to my face using his thumb to examine where he made it bleed .
"maria" he said. his voice did things to me , i couldn't help but listen to him when he spoke .
"i'm sorry" he said starring at me . i was mesmerised.
we stared at each other .. look where we've come to . "so who's the bitch?" i said starring at him. "forget about her" he rolled his eyes . "this is why we don't work , you so immature ." i grunted and walked over to the door to open it .
"when your ready to talk .. with maturity we can." i said . "why we have to talk" he laughed . "oh i'm sorry kay whatchu wanna do" i mocked him. "fuck hoe" he said .
i felt anger pouring out of me .
i saw a vase and threw it "you bitch" i screamed .
we argued for 20 minutes and i kept throwing shit .
"so what am i to you?"
"you buggin"
"i'm being so forreal!"
"not even like that deadass"
"you got me fucked all the way up"
"i ain't jackin this at all"
"your a HOE"
my room was a mess.
"nah you buggin , word to my ma" he said walking past me . "FUCK OF" everyone was at the bottom of the stairs staring .
i slammed the door .
this . mother . fucking . ugh .
i sat in bed thinking of what just happened. he really said he just wanted to fuck. so all those months were for nothing?
i texted mikey . "we need a song asap" i said . "what?" he yawned . "we need to make a song , me and ... anyone else just quick" i said stressing .
"i'll organise it , meeting with Teresa" he said excitedly .
