Wrong Number..

Chapter 1

Remi's POV

"put that phone on dnd, baby put that d in me-"

I groaned into my pillow grabbing my phone off my night stand. It's fucking 2 am.

"Hel-", I started But was cut off my a drunk male voice.

"Fuu where you at with my damn McDonald's", he slurred into the phone.

"Nigga who the fuck is you?"

"Nigga who are you?"

"You called me", I said getting heated.

"No I d-didnt", he slurred some more.

"Man bye, & don't call back"

"No wait wait!"

"What?", I sighed.

"How you doing ma?"

"Oh hell naw", I hung up and fell back into my bed.

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9:05AM

Fuck wrong with this nigga? I turned on my speaker & started playing some music. Briya walks into my room and plops down on my bed yawning. You see there's actually four of us in this apartment, when me & my best friends graduated high school we decided to get a place together.

"Hey girl", I say looking for my work uniform.

"Heyo", she responds rubbing her eyes. Fuck I'm running so late. "Go get dressed we're gonna be late", I tell her slipping into my dark blue jeans. "Yea yea", she drags her feet out the door. Once I'm all dressed I grab my phone, charger, headphones, and perfume. I run down the stairs & into the kitchen. I see Leilani sleep on the couch as usual. She's still in her outfit from last night, she's a stripper so she's always too tired to change. Yedda's sitting at the bar eating some fruity pebbles. I scrunch my nose up & grab a granola bar. "Chop chop, let's go", Briya says jingling the keys and walking out the front door, already ready. I rush out the door behind her.
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"I got a random call at 2am this morning", I say making small talk.
Right now we are sitting at the longest red light of my life.

"Who the fuck calls at 2 in the morning?", Briya chuckles tapping her hands on the wheel to the beat of the song.

"A drunk nigga".