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Touched...

Incognito

"Hello", Devin spoke into the phone.

"Hey Devin", I spoke softly as I propped my feet upon the ottoman of my teal plush sectional.

"What's up, who this?", he spoke into the phone, causing me to furrow my eyebrows.

"Damn, you didn't save my number?", I queried with a smirk plastered upon my lips.

"Who is this man?", he questioned becoming frustrated by my questions, I'm guessing.

"Gabby", I said softly as I pushed a string of hair that was lingering in my face behind my ear.

"Oh, what's up?", he spoke.

"It's been a minute since we talked, I guess you forgot all about me", I said softly.

"I guess so", he said coming off as if he wasn't interested in my conversation.

"Well how about we make up for lost time, start this shit over and chill", I said softly hoping he'd consider.

"I don't know about all that, plus a nigga busy", he spoke in response causing me to furrow my eyebrows.

"Is that so, what you got goin on? About to see some other broad?", I queried becoming agitated.

"Naw, I'm about to head to the shack to get my mama some food", he said casually causing a slight smile upon my lips.

"The shack? Wing Snack?", I queried wanting to know for sure what he meant.

"Yeah", he said in response.

"Oh, okay but that's not gonna take you all day right?", I continued.

"I see you persistent but I ain't tryin to chill, I'm good. You got a rep out here and I ain't here for all that shit", he said which made me place my hand over my poor heart. As if I was actually offended.

But I wasn't...

"You must be givin your time to someone else. I knew you were fuckin around with that broad that had them freckles for a lil minute so shit, I backed off and now I done heard she got killed. I thought I'd try to get back in your good graces but you're not even trying to give me time or conversation.", I said followed by a soft laugh. "I wasnt even good enough to get my number saved and rep? Where you getting at? I'm just trying to chill, maybe let you fuck and smoke a blunt", I carried on.

"How you know who I was fuckin with and yeah mothafucka, a rep. A nigga don't want no parts, I'm good like I said from jump.", he said in an indignant tone as his voice echoed.

Twirling a string around my finger, holding a smirk, I spoke."The streets talk baby and that's for both situations but it's whatever.", I said softly as my voice echoed because my cell was on speaker.

"You got me on speaker?", he queried out of curiosity, causing me to furrow my eyebrows.

"Uh, y-yeah, I'm over here doin my hair but I'll hit you up later on.", I said quickly before ending the call.

Gazing up at Jac and Boadie, I tossed my cell upon the unoccupied couch cushion beside me before speaking. "And there you have it", I said with a smirk plastered upon my face. "The streets talk and word is, Sina and Devin not on good terms because Devin messed around and snitched on him to Murphy.", I said before continuing.

"Messy shit and you know they've been friends since they were kids. So even though they're not good, Sina would be sick if anything ever happened to his best friend. A life for a life, right? They done took almost all of your niggas so let's start with Devin. That'll tear Sina up and have him running off emotion. Making him so weak that it'll be nothing to touch him.", I said softly before continuing.