Emotional Suicide || [EDITING]

Chapter 13

I know shorty said she fine but i feel like her not eating all day may have played a part in this .
I mean i did ask her if she was hungry but i should've done better .
Mama would be disappointed in me .
Its getting kinda late because i pulled over for a while so she could fully calm down and im sure her rents be stressin bout where she at .
So i pull up at the kfc drive through .

"Hello Sir what will you be getting today ?" The male attendant enquired

"Well ill get a strawberry milkshake with large fries and my shawty here will have ..." i looked at her anticipating for her to respond to the guy .

"Ummm ill have the same as him but with chicken aswell ." She smiled and went back to her phone .

I vow that smile finna be the death of me one day .
I pulled up to the second window where we got our food and continued with the drive .
Shorty was still on her phone and only said one thing
"Its May Tjay , im not yr anything okay ,"

" May , thats a pretty name but im still calling you shorty ,"

"Why cause you probably call all your hoes that and you think im a hoe too , thats something ," shorty be catching mood swings

She goes back to whatever she was doing on her phone and i dont even know what to reply so i do the only thing i can do , i freestyle .

"Yeah, you pulled up on me like you know me, I was by my doley
Asked me for a picture, checked my Rollie and said "Okey dokey"
That fan love, I decide to give my fan a hug
She said she gon' post it when I really get my bands up
Name May , with the body of a dancer
She was smoking hot, but not the type to give you cancer
Besides that, her shit fat with a six pack
Yeah, she threw it at me 'fore we even got to chit chat
Like ooh, girl, you might as well forget that
Said she got a man, I'm thinking he could have his bitch back
Future looking bright, and I ain't even 'bout to risk that
Shorty, you a dime, so fine, learn to take your time
Going in so fast, is potential going in the trash
I ain't even act, that shit make me wanna do the dash
I need a bitch to hold the grip when shit get lit
The type that I ain't got to worry when she kiss me on my lips

Like slow down
Try to get to know me, maybe put your phone down
Once we build a bond, I could give you four rounds
Like slow down
Baby, slow down
Like slow down

This nigga can actually sing for real though . So i actually put my phone down and see what he has to say .
For the record i wasnt even doing anything on it i was just avoiding talking to him .

"Slow down shorty , aint noone else i been calling that for a while ," he laughs reassuringly .

"Well first of all your the one going in too fast , " i laugh genuinely . I guess my laugh must be infectious cause he starts laughing too . And im not going to comment on his other lyrics but i saw the print in his jeans and i know he could go longer than four rounds .
I dont know why i find it attractive that he called me a bitch . His making me feel funny .

And not funny , im about to have a panick attack funny but things fluttering in my tummy funny , oh my gosh those may have been butterflies.