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𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐊𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍: bae wya
Yara sneered at her phone before slamming it down onto the table. She couldn't believe the audacity of Kevin at this point. Leaving the male on read, she would finish the last bit of her food and continue to converse with her friends.
"What he say?" Taniyah asked.
Yara only rolled her eyes. "He doing that bae shit again like I fuckin' like him. I didn't tell him where I been for the last couple days but that's his problem-skill issue."
Even though she wasn't obligated to tell Kevin anything since they technically weren't together, she just thought she'd mention the fact anyway. Yara knew Kevin was a bit delusional and he probably believed that they were still together, even after Yara finally screamed and yelled back at him some days prior to this one. He already had his plan set up and she wouldn't fall for it again. Kevin always tried to guilt trip her to make her stay and he would continue to do so, just to have some control.
"Fuckin' weirdo. Why'd they have to release him from jail anyway? The nigga is crazy-shit, fuck a jail cell, he should be in a padded room." Nevaeh slumped back in her seat. "Stay away from that nigga 'cus if he touch you again imma poke that nigga-word to."
"That was already the plan, my heart," Yara said, "Namil really helping me forget about that nigga. He just been so nice and-yeah, he just been tryna hang out almost everyday."
"Just get back wit bro." Jay spoke up. This was one of Yara's co-workers and closest male friends. He was known as Jay Klickin when it came to the drill scene. Yara was a bit confused as to why he was working at Footlocker when he had all this money coming in for him just by making music. She just assumed he wanted free shoes. Nothing wrong with that, she guessed.
"You not wit Kay, are you? Stop being pussy."
"Jay, I can't just hop back and forth between two niggas. I don't want Namil thinking I'm using him or anything and then Kevin is just fuckin' delusional and he act like he can't let go."
"Nah, I actually agree wit him for once," Nevaeh chimed in, "Namil treats you way better. Plus, he a chill dude. Bro is literally harmless-well in some areas but he definitely doesn't have the mentality to be abusive."
"I know. Namil would never. I just don't know if I'm ready for all that again-like y'all know the main reason we stopped talking. He lives so fuckin' far from me, I just can't." Yara said, fiddling with her locs.
"Girl, he dead showing you that he don't give a fuck about the distance." Taniyah acknowledged. "I never seen a nigga drive five hours back and forth for they girl almost everyday. Then like, our boss is so chill, she totally fine wit you coming in a lil late."
"You blessed, my heart." Jay added as he adjusted the black fitted on his head. "Kay Kay not coming back to his senses no time soon. It's no reason to sit around and watch him like you his moms or something."
"Facts, fuck that nigga." Taniyah emphasized. "Go back to ya man, Slump6s."
Yara blushed. "Nigga stop, I still don't know if I wanna get back wit him. I love him, real shit-but I'm just not into it yet. Ion want him to feel confused."
"He not gone be confused, he already know what he want and muddy gone pursue you. Just do what you do best-look pretty and he'll come to you." Taniyah said. "Like I said before, you way too fine to be acting the way you do. You the female that every nigga wanna be wit-you pulled an abusive delusional psycho. It's not something to be proud of but you did it!"
"Yeah, real good choice of words, Niyah." Jay mumbled before being punched in the shoulder.
"Shut the fuck up." Taniyah hissed. Jay stayed silent, rolling his eyes and holding onto his sore shoulder.
"Aye, I was supposed to do that first." Nevaeh said before kicking Jay's leg from under the table.
"Aight, can this not turn into the abuse Jay party? Help y'all friend out." Jay said before kicking Nevaeh back.
Yara sighed. "You niggas. Can't take black people nowhere, man . . ."
Some time went by and Yara was finally at home in the comfort of her own living room, painting again. The recess lights beamed over her head as she slowly moved the brush covered with black onto the canvas, finishing the final touches while she waited for Namil, since he mentioned that he would be coming over and staying the night like she did with him.
The girl stared at the greyscale painting, the canvas covered with greys, blacks, and hints of white that blended perfectly together. This was the first time she ever did a painting in black and white. She was always interested in trying it but of course, she didn't attempt it because of the fact that she thought it would look stupid.
Moments after she'd finish, there was a knock on the door. She would jump, the sound sending a shock through her body. Yara sighed at herself and made her way to the door with her hands stained with black paint.
She opened the door and there stood Kevin. Yara's eyebrows lowered and she rolled her eyes before pushing down the bandage that was on the bridge her nose.
"What?" Yara fumed, glaring at the male standing outside her door.
"So, you leaving niggas on read now?" Kevin queried. "You not that busy, worda my motha."
Yara sized him up. "If you tryna come over here arguing, you can get the fuck on now 'cus I'm not jackin' you at all, especially after all that shit you put me through. No thanks."
"I still wanna know exactly what you talking about. You really buggin' out right now and you tryna pin that shit on me." Kevin argued back.
"You wanna keep being clueless, huh? Okay." She chortled. "Anyway, my mans coming over. You can head on out now, Mr. Perez."
Kevin let out a sigh, "bae stop playin' wit me. I'm not gone do that shit again, trust. You got a thousand reasons to be pissed off but you can't leave me like that. I need you in my life, Yara. I'll fuckin' kill myself if you leave."
"You not finna keep saying that and think imma just let you slide back in-"
Yara stopped when she noticed Namil. She smirked, having an idea in her mind.
"Hey!" Yara beamed. Namil would greet her back with the same energy and a small smile. Immediately after, Yara would pull him into a kiss. The girl's icy grey eyes darted over to Kevin and she'd smirk in between the kiss before pulling Namil through the door and closing it behind them, ignoring the fuming jealousy that burned in Kevin's eyes.
