Three months. It's been three months since I've spoken to Natasha. I haven't even been by the house. In my mind there aint shit for me to go back to. I know I fucked up, I understand that but what the hell was I supposed to do? She started going off at the mouth about her mother and cousin talking about me and all that other bullshit and I blurted it out. I didn't even care, hell I still don't. She wants to repeat their words and throw all the bullshit they say about me in my face I'll just let her know what the fuck the situation is.
Breezy told me about her beating Portia's ass. The only thing I'm mad about is not being there. I would have loved seeing her beat the hell out of that bitch. It's whatever though. I guess this shit between us is really over. After I left I called her a couple of times and she wouldn't pick up the phone. I went by the house and she changed the locks. Her ass wouldn't even let me get my shit.
I had half a mind to not even pay the damn bills for the house but I changed my mind. I'm not going to do that. We're over but it doesn't mean I have to make her miserable. I told her to quit her job so it would be fucked up to not even help her keep the house up. She could at least send a nigga a text saying thank you or something. She knows what I'm doing but she wants to be a bitch so I'll leave it and her alone.
"Are you coming out tonight?" Breezy asked breaking me out of my thoughts.
"Amber's birthday party right?"
"Yeah, everybody is trying to turn up on some serious shit."
"I'll be there. I told her I would."
"You know Tasha is going to be there right?"
"Yeah I know," I shrugged. I didn't even care to be honest.
"Are you going to try and fix y'all situation or you just done?"
"Right now it's up to her. I'm not about to beg and keep calling her. What is the point in getting in the ring for somebody who doesn't even want me to win?"
"Well do you just don't fuck up somebody else's party with y'all drama."
"Man I'm good, you need to talk to her. She wants to turn into rock'em sock'em out of nowhere."
"You better hope she doesn't slap you nigga," He laughed.
"If she slaps me her ass is getting slapped back. I don't play that swinging on me bullshit. I don't give a damn who you are."
"Whatever, just remember what I said. No drama."
"Happy birthday baby girl." I hugged Amber kissing her on the cheek after.
"Thank you, you got me a gift?" She asked making me laugh.
"Yeah but it's not here. You have to wait a couple of days."
"Mhm, we'll see. Thank you for coming though. Please don't bust up my party with your drama."
"I'm not, I promise I'm good. Talk to your girl about that."
"She's not here yet but I got you." Nodding I gave her another kiss on the cheek before sitting down next to Jayce and everybody else. "I have a question."
"Go ahead and ask."
"Why the fuck would you throw a party here? You know damn well this shit is about to be packed as hell. We're not going to know who walks in and who doesn't."
"I got all of this shit handled. Those niggas are not getting in here. Trust me." He said and I shook my head. I don't believe that shit. I had a not so good feeling about this shit but I let it go. It's not my party to be all funny about. I'll let them do them.
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This story was written by a young lady on tumblr. I don't know her user name but all credit goes to her! W I F E Y Wifey is the one that is irreplaceable...She is the girl that the guy loves and will always love, he never wants to see her with anoth...