𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚑 (on hold)

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rodrick wayne

india confuses me sometimes. it's like i can't tell if she tryna take me serious or not. last night i fell asleep at her house. she was so hesitant, yet so inviting at the same time. i don't understand if she truly wants me or not. i really like this girl, i really want to be with her. and i get that she's been hurt before, which is why i'm not trying to rush anything but damn. it was starting to hurt my feelings. females don't usually do this to me, but india is different. she's not like every other female in my eyes, and i know i probably sound corny saying that.

she agreed to go on a date with me tonight, which is definitely a start. i had reserved a private booth at la boucherie. i wanted our first date to be special, something she would never forget. i didn't want this moment to be something she could compare to anything in the past. i wanted everything to be perfect for her.

i looked at the time on my dashboard as i drove to bree's apartment. it was only 2:00 and she agreed to go with me to get a haircut. i pulled into the parking spot next to her car. just as i was about to text her, she came rushing out of her apartment and got in the car. she put on her seatbelt before she spoke. "hey." she sounded out of breath when she spoke.

"you good?" i asked as i put the car in reverse and backed out. she looked over at me and rolled her eyes. she sighed and sat back in her seat.

"this shorty tripping hellas. i'm tryna hurry up and get my shit so i can meet you out here and she on my phone tryna go off on me and accuse me of cheating and shit. i'm doing all this running round my apartment tryna make sure i got my wallet and she steady in my ear going off on me so i hung up in her face." just as she finished explaining, her phone started to ring. we both looked down at the phone illuminating in her lap. as expected, shorty was calling again. we both looked down, then looked up at each other.

"so... you gon answer it?" it rang at least three times by now. she let out an exasperated sigh and answered it. bree ain't even have the girl on speaker, but i could still hear her yelling. she didn't even say anything, she just let shorty yell. couldn't be me, i thought to myself as i kept driving. i decided to help her out, she ain't even deserve to sit here and listen to shorty chew her out. i waited until i got to a red light and pulled out my phone. i didn't waste any time calling bree's phone so she could hang up.

she looked at me in relief and silently thanked me. "laysia... laysia... laysia! i gotta take this call. can we talk about this later?"

"no we can't fucking talk about this later! we gon talk about this shit now bree!"

the call went to voicemail. "laysia, the only person talking is you. i can't even get a fucking word in!" i called again. "now i said i gotta take this call and we gon talk about it later." she hung up after that. she put her phone on do not disturb and shoved it in her pocket. "thank you."

i pulled into the parking lot of the barbershop and cut the engine. "why do you keep fucking off with her? she clearly crazy as hell." we both started to get out of the car.

bree shrugged her shoulders. "she got that wet wet." she laughed and opened the door to the shop. i sighed in response and followed her inside. i looked around for bryson, my usual guy. he caught sight of me and smiled.

"roddy! how you been?" the person sitting in his chair turned to look at me and smile too.

i sat down in the empty seat next to him. "living it up. how bout you, how your kids been?" i asked and made small talk. he finished up with ole dude in his chair while he updated me on his family. it was nice to hear bryson talk about his kids. he has a 3 year old son, and him and his wife just had a daughter about 6 months ago. i would always ask him to show me pictures of his daughter, he brought his son up to the shop pretty often. i wouldn't mind settling down and starting a family, but not now of course. 5 or 10 years from now that's where i wanna be.