The hell is funny.

"Y'all can find y'all way out, it's to late for this shit." I said.

"Whatever, this some ghetto shit anyways." Jasmine said.

She went out the door.

Rissa stood there looking at Heem.

"I mean, ian never even invite y'all ass in my shit to begin with." He expressed.

She just looked at him.

Then walked out, slamming the door.

"What the fuck Jaheem." I said, handing him his gun.

"They ass-"

"No shut up." I said, cutting him off.

I was pissed off.

"This the kinda shit you got going on?" I asked.

"She shouldn't even feel comfortable showing up." I said.

"I haven't talked to her ass in a grip Deja." He said.

"I'm not finna be doing this shit." I said.

"She crazy."

"Well why the fuck is she crazy Heem."

"Did you tell her we were talking, huh?" I asked him.

"Did you tell her we just was in your bed FUCKING?" I asked him.

"The fuck." I added.

"Deja-"

"Heem we just had sex I told you I loved you, and Rissa ass showing up at your house the same night."

"I'm not finna be doing this shit." I added.

I felt my voice kind of cracking, I started to feel like I was about to cry.

"C'mere Deja." He said, walked towards me.

"No because-" I started crying.

This was overwhelming for me.

I never in my life pulled a gun out on a bitch for a nigga.

He hugged me just like he did the last time I cried in front of him.

He kissed my forehead.

"Yo ass gotta stop crying." He told me, pointing at me.

I giggled and wiped my face.

"I told her I was fucking with you."

"She just won't let up." He explained to me.

He then kissed me, softly but quickly.

"I just never did no shit like that before." I expressed.

"You wont ever have to do no shit like that again, that's fasho." He told me.

"Ok daddy." I responded, laughing.

"Don't do that." He told me.

"Give me a hug." I said.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, then proceeded to pick me up.

I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"We finna go lay down." He said.

My man my man my man.

This shit is crazy, this not even my man.

I went from crying to laughing.

I laid on his shoulder while he walked us to his room.


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