So this whole time I thought he loved me when really he just want to make me feel some type of way? I questioned myself over and over.
Now I was the one crying. How could he? I falling for another fuckboy. I'm so done. Let me get what I was gonna get and go upstairs.

I walked in the kitchen and got a banana off the counter and yogurt out the fridge.

Meek noticed me crying I can feel him burning a hole through the back of my head. The tears kept rolling ass I was getting/doing stuff.

"Baby." Meek said coming up to me grabbing my waist.

"Get off of me." I slammed his hands off my waist.

"Why you spazzin out?"

I ignored him.

"Baby what I do?" I looked at him with so much hurt in my eyes.

"You don't want me meek." I whispered with my eyes closed.

"Where the hell you hear that from?" He asked.

"I over heard you and fah conversation. And thats fine. Im healed I'll go home."

"No nic I didn't mean it li-"

"No meek. Its totally fine."

"Nic please don't go. She did that on purpose."

"Yeah I know she did. And I'm leaving on purpose y'all can be that happy couple don't gotta worry about me.! " I ran upstairs and packed my bags.

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