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Khalil listened to his now supposed ex clown him for everything he's done. " and not to mention you some pussy nigga that don't know when or how to admit he wrong" she scoffed, he scrunched his face before shaking his head.
" yet you the same bitch that won't come talk to me in person. Fuck you scared for? You think ima pop you in the mouth or something? Bring yo ass over here" he stated into the phone before the call ended, he finished rolling his blunt before another call came through.
" what? You like hearing yo self talk? I'm done with the shit. You said we done, so we done. Get the fuck off my phone y/n, I'm boutta find me a new bitch" he said harshly. The girl sat silently before she took a breath, " fuck you bitch" she said and hung up.
Khalil sat his phone down and waited for her call back but she didn't, he would be lying if he said he didn't sit there for a few mins waiting. He mumbled before assuming she finally took her ass to sleep, " I think the bitch hungry or something. Talking to me like i won't hang her lil ass dry" he uttered to himself.
Admitting he was the cause of everything would actually be the solution to her problem. Him admitting that the whole thing was bothering him would also end both of their silent cries— but Khalil could and would never admit that, he just couldn't.
Some mins went by before he picked up the phone, he assumed it was a short little argument— like they always do, she picked up the phone which made him assume the best. "..you cool with me now?" He furrowed his face, ".. nigga do you think I'm on your time? You think y/n finna run behind you like a little puppy or something? I said fuck you nigga" she ranted.
She waited for his response, she was about to end the call before he opened his mouth. " oh now you got yo own mind, now i definitely gotta find a new bitch. You talking hot shit like I won't come over there and fuck yo ass up, go take a nap or something and call me when you ready to talk like a woman" he shook his head and took the phone from his ear.
he ended the call once again and turned his phone off completely, he finished rolling up and ended up listening to music while smoking. there wasn't much to do— if him and y/n wasn't fighting he was sure she'd be cuddled up next to him doing her own thing.
He wanted to apologize but he just couldn't bring the words to form in his lips. At least a true sincere one— he let out a low sigh before checking the time. It was gonna be a long night if they had just began arguing that afternoon— it always lasted longer than it needed, but always ended with them together.
Y/n was completely upset by the whole thing, mostly because she didn't get to say a word back. " now he tryna call me his lap dog? What? Nigga never that. Like he don't be relying on my scent to breathe. Fuck up outta here, and guarantee you his lame ass gon be at my door step later." She talked to her mom while chewing on a straw.
