KIMBERLY.
"No, on some real shit, Jhasi. I think we really might be done fuckin wit each other." I told Jhasi over the phone.
"It's been like, what? A good month or two? That's not even a whole 60 days, Kim. You never know." Prairie said.
"I don't understand the feelings I have for dis man and it's so frustrating. Like we went from talking every single day to now we haven't spoken in a full month. I feel like I should be sadder about it, but i'm not." I vented.
"Why do you think you're not sad about it?" Prairie asked me.
"I am a lil sad just not extremely hurt. I'm just so used to people coming in and out of my life. It doesn't phase me as bad as it used to, when people finally decide to leave now. I don't know how to explain it." I shrugged.
"I feel you. That's exactly how it's been for me, and that's why I don't really be phased when yo brother be playin' crazy." Jhasi stated.
"We all have each other, and honestly, that's all I need in this lifetime." I said.
"I don't like y'all doing dis shit, Kim. Y'all literally belong together. If y'all end it, I swear I give up on tryna find me a man." Jhasi confessed.
"Jhasi, i'm only 19. I doubt we belong together. I'll probably had been in 10 different relationships by the time I die. Besides, Bryson is extremely stubborn. I doubt we'll talk again unless I reach out, and I won't be doin' dat shit. That's ghetto." I put some clear gloss on as I looked in the mirror one last time.
"You sure about that? Because I see him outside right now, talkin to Von." Jhasi said, quickly closing the blinds as if somebody saw her looking out of them.
I sighed before I put my slides on and went downstairs to open the door. I walked outside and looked at the both of them. My heart literally fluttered when Bryson looked over at me but he remained silent.
I walked back into the house and picked my phone up. Len was facetiming me. I answered and slightly smiled when his face popped in the camera. My lil buddy.
"Aye, what yo lil ass on?" Len asked me.
"I was about to go grab me some to eat but dats it." I simply responded.
"I got you sumn, where you at?" He asked me.
"I'm at home. Text when you're outside." I said. Len agreed before he ended the call.
"Dats what we do now?" Von asked me as he walked into the kitchen.
"I thought you called yourself tryna act funny."
"When I turn into a clown ass nigga?" My brother seriously asked me.
I shook my head. Von ass know he always gotta try to confront somebody for something. He knew exactly what his actions would lead to, that's why he saw me and didn't speak right away.. he wanted to see if I would.
When I didn't, that confirmed for him that something was up wit me. I looked over at my brother before I made a face and picked my phone up.
"You didn't." I quietly said.
"Aight den. Don't get fucked up." Von said as he walked over to me and gave me a hug. I instantly smiled.
"Bryson, mad or not— don't walk into my house and not acknowledge me. You know we're both big on da respect tip." I said.
He looked over at me and nodded his head in my direction. "Hannin, yung."
"Wassup.. Well. I'm about to step out for a second, so leave my shit exactly how y'all found it." I said after reading Len's text saying that he was outside.
"Where you fina go?" Von said, damn near chasing me out of the house.
"Just grab something, why?" I asked my nosy ass brother.
"Tell me dat ain't dude from 27th." Von more-so stated.
"It is." I nonchalantly responded.
"You gone fuck around and get one of these niggas hurt. And it ain't gone be my nigga, so keep dat in mind. I can't tell you to keep him from around here cus dis yo shit, but don't have dawg nowhere me and my nigga gone be. You gone fuck around and get fucked up in da process, if you keep on wit da opp shit." Von walked away from me as if he had just said the greatest statement ever.
I quietly sighed as I walked back outside. Len was standing in front of his car, leanin' against it. I approached him and smiled as I reached out for a hug.
"You smell good." I complimented. Len looked over at me and just studied my face for a few minutes.
"What's wrong wit you?" He asked me.
"I just have a lot going on right now. Speaking of, did you get everything sorted out?" I asked him, trying to change the subject.
"Don't do dat. Dis ain't een about me, i'm tryna' make sure you good." Len said as his eyes went from me to something behind me. I turned around to follow his eyes.
Bryson was standin' outside of my house talking to Prairie. We made direct eye contact as soon as I turned around. He looked annoyed as fuck and it honestly made me feel a lil bad.
I mean, honestly. The nigga can't go one week without some bullshit happening.
"Can I call you later? I need to go handle something." I told Len.
"Aight. I'ma be round da way." He told me as I nodded my head. He handed me my food and I smiled bright.
"Thank you best. Dis shit smell good as fuck too. I love youuu." I said. He smiled.
"Dats what dis job come wit. I love you too.. Let me know how dat shit hittin." Len said before walking off.
"Be safe and stay out the way!" I called out as I approached my friend and her brother.
Prairie looked over at me but remained silent before I pulled her into a hug. It's been a rough ass week and I just really been grateful for my friends lately, but I barely show it.
With them doe, I know it's the little things dat matter the most. I know us finally huggin our issues out meant as much to her as it did to me.
"I love you." Prairie told me as she pulled away from the hug.
"I love you. But can I steal Bryson for a minute?" I asked her. She nodded her head as she went back inside.
"Dis what yo loose ass been on dis whole lil month? Fuckin on and bein seen wit lame niggas?" Bryson immediately asked me. I scrunched my face up, appalled by his blunt questions.
"You really turnin into a lame ass nigga yourself. Disrespect me again and this conversation will be over." I said.
"On my moma dat's straight. You been on some blanko shit and I'm cool on it," Bryson began to walk away. I grabbed his arm and he roughly pulled away from me.
"Keep yo hands to ya self. I ain't gone keep tellin you dat."
"Boy, fuck you." I told him. Bryson did a lil nonchalant chuckle as he shook his head in disappointment.
"Go yo ass ina flat. I'm fina dip."
"I'on give a fuck what you do." I simply told the lowkey psychopath.
"I bet yo hot ass don't." Bryson shook his head.
"Take dis weak ass necklace. I'm done fuckin with you." I tried to take the necklace off of my neck. The look on Bryson's face damn near broke my heart but I couldn't let him see that.
He walked over to me and snatched it off my neck. "Since we on dat." Bryson said as he tossed the necklace on the sidewalk, as if it ain't mean shit to him.
I roughly pushed him as I began to yell but stopped when I realized what I was doin. Allowing yet another weird ass nigga to take me out of my element.
I put my hands up in surrender before frownin' my face up and nodding my head in a say nomore motion.
"I see you on some ignorant shit today so i'ma just go ahead and go back in da flat. If you done wit the extra shit, you can come in. If not, feel free to leave." I told Bryson before I walked ina house.
Bryson walked in behind me. Psychopath..
