𝐎𝐧 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠 ᥫ᭡

XXI

Damn, ian had my period in a hot minute 😬

"Fuck fuck fuckkk." I start to panic.

"Bitch you're a virgin." I laugh aloud at myself.

"Come on girl let's come back later. Sounds like one dem schizophrenic people in hea." I hear a girl whisper to her friend.

Just cuz I talk to myself does not mean I'm a schizophrenic.

I leave the stall and wash my hands. I vape for a minute, leaning against the wall while scrolling through Instagram.

I decide to lurk on my baby daddy's page. I refresh a few times but nun pops up.

I go through his following to find his friends and click on his homeboy's page.

He has a story from a few minutes ago of him in a different club and I watch it.

"Hm." I rewatch it a few times to be sure.

Wayyy over in the background I see Amari getting twerked on by some female.

He didn't grab or slap and he didn't get bricked up but the shit still pissed me off.

Just like magic, he texts me.

Fiancé 💍🤰🏾

Ay I just wanna tell
u ian mad or nun,
I was trippin

Which club u at tho?

Niggas always text you out the blue when they guilty of sumn.

I roll my eyes and block him on every social media platform.

I fix my skirt and go back out. I go to the bar and bitterly drink a whiskey.

"Guhl you gotta dance wit me!" Dee sits next to me and gets a drink.

"What's wronggg?" She looks at me with concern.

"Me and yo brother broke up." I roll my eyes.

"Just nie? Over text?"

"No, but we ova wit." I shrug.

"Y'all juuust got together tho." She pouts.

"We both single tho." I cheese.

"And is! So come dance wit me!" She's smiles and we run to the dance floor.

Baby mama coochie by bbyafricaxSaweetie comes on.

Hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Bitch, I'm not the G.O.A.T., I'm somethin' like Don Dada (Don Dada)
Let him have a treat, then I let him get nada (get nada)
Wanna fuck with me, know I'm crazy, see I'm freaky (I'm freaky)
See, I got a baby, so his baby maker need me
Baby mama coochie, man, you bitches is beneath me
Told him check his homie if a nigga needs to reach me
I just got some coochie, I don't got the double D-Ds
Yet, hey
Rich bitch, I don't need no advice (yeah)
Two pretty double D's sitting at a high price (woah)
Big hoops, lip gloss, baby got the real ice (mwah)
Bad boy, good dick, and he talkin' real nice (uh)
Maganda bitch, he adore all my features
Love a real nigga that can handle my diva
Balloon-shaped booty, make it shake like a seizure
Youn like broke niggas? I don't either (haha)

THE NEXT DAY

I fix myself some lean to start my day.

The prison wasn't allowing visitations right now because of lockdown so I don't really got nun to do.

I decided to dedicate today to binging most of the Spiderman movies.

It's early as hell so I can fit like 6 movies into today.

I take a few pics for ig before I take off my makeup change into Amari's comfy ass hoodie and some booty shorts.

I lay down and get cozy then pull up my movie site to start on the 2002 Spiderman.

"Fuck this nigga, where Zendaya luh boyfriend at?" I complain.

A few minutes into my movie I hear pounding on the door.

I check my cameras through my phone and see the one nigga ion wanna see.

I turn the lights off and turn down my movie so he think nobody here and leave.

"Oh we watching movies?" Amari asks walking through my bedroom door.

Now how the hell-

I mug him and turn my movie back up.

"What's up witchu?" He sits on the edge of my bed.

I turn it up louder to tune him out.

He reaches behind the tv and unplugs it.

"Ay, fuck wrong witchu?" I jump up.

"That's what I'm asking you."

"Ion know why you here." I roll my eyes.

"Cuz I like being round you." He shrugs.

Why the hell did I originally put "He shru use ggs" instead of shrugs? 😭

"Nah, you like entertaining bum hoes in clubs. You like making me look dumb. You like playing me." I get loud with him.

"Fuck is you talking bout?" He plays dumb.

"Get the fuck outta my house forreal." I shake my head.

"That lean fucking up yo mind." He mumbles.

"Nah, you fucking up my mind. Nigga just go."

"Ion know why you mad." He shrugs.

Any other time he would press me to find out what's wrong but he knows he guilty so he just waving me off.

"I'm mad cuz you won't leave my fucking house!" I get up and walk around my room.

"Calm down." He tries to soothe me.

"Where was you last night?" I look at him straight faced.

"Shit I was with my boys."

"Don't act retarded. Where were you last night." I put my hand under my chin.

"We went clubbing. Just like you did." He shrugs.

"Anything interesting happen?"

"You getting fed as thee fuck wit all these damn questions." He sits up and scratches his head.

"That ain't answer the question."

"I mean... some girl was kinda feeling on me but I told her I got a girlfriend." He mumbles.

Niggas always snitch on theyselves.

"What she do?" I ask calmly.

"She just flirtin and whateva." He shrugs, playing with his curls.

"She ain't twerk on you or nun right?"

"..."

"Get the fuck outta my house." I sigh.

Is she dtm?