"bitch you so embarrassing, got all these ugly ass bitches in yo face"
we all watched as they went back and forth.
next thing i knew they was full blown fighting.
and tori was winning...
"come here nation" i heard armani say.
"why?" i asked with a slight attitude since he hadn't talked to me in almost a week.
"ian gone repeat myself" he looked at me with a straight face.
"now she wanna play hard to get" booka rolled his eyes.
i mugged them and walked over to where he was at.
he grabbed my hand and walked me to a hallway where nobody was at.
"pull these down" he yanked at my shorts.
"they don't come down stop yanking them" i moved his hands off of me.
i looked down at his hands and saw his knuckles were bruised.
"what happened?" i looked up at him.
"nothing to serious, where you been at?" he questioned.
"work and home, where u been at?" i rolled my eyes.
"i'll punch them bitches to the back of yo' head roll em again" he mugged me.
"what you want armani?"
"i missed you" he pulled me closer to him.
"you haven't been acting like it" i frowned laying my head on his chest.
"i was hurt that was all"
"i'm sorry I didn't know it would be that serious" i looked down at his knuckles again.
"mhm it's coo"
"let me see yo phone" he said taking it out my back pocket.
"ain't nothing in there"
he ignored me and started scrolling through it.
i stayed quiet until he looked up at me "boo"
"who rollo?" he questioned locking my phone putting it in his pocket.
"my ex why?"
"why you texting yo ex?" he squinted his eyes at me.
he texted me asking for help with something it really wasn't what he making it seem.
"you didn't even read the messages"
"i did"
"ok then you know it wasn't what you tryna make it out to be" i crossed my arms.
"i ain't making it shit nation, we fell out about a nigga and you keep talking to em what you on fr?"
"it ain't nothing to kill all y'all" he said with a straight face.
my mouth dropped and he laughed.
"i'm not on nothing, i won't text him again" i sighed.
