"What is it?" he asked, still kissing my neck.

Ugh, this nigga got sex on his mind and I'm tryna be serious.

"Tyrell kissed me," I blurted out.

"What?!" he yelled.

I slid off his lap and onto the floor.

"Nothing happened. I pushed him away from me," I said kinda quietly.

I felt like I did something wrong. At that very moment, I felt like a child who has just been put in timeout. I know Blake wasn't mad at me, but I felt like he should've been.

"Bri, I'm not mad at you," he said, pulling me back on his lap.

I didn't say anything; I just held my head down. There was a lump in my throat which meant I wanted to cry, but I didn't.

"Babe? Are you okay?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"What's wrong?"

"Tyrell, basically, called me a gold digger," I said.

"Why the hell would he say that?"

"I don't know. I guess he got mad when I told him I love you. So in return, he said we won't last because if something happens to you, I'll probably just leave," I explained, "and he's supposed to be my nigga."

"Don't listen to him. He's just mad that you'd rather be his friend. You and I both know you're not that kinda person," he said.

"Thanks," I said kissing him, "well I'm going to the mall because I want some shoes."

"I'm coming with you."


I changed into a different shirt, some shorts and some different shoes, then we left.

As soon as we got to the mall, I went straight to Macy's. I got two pairs of heels, a pair of sandals and a pair of flats. After I left Macy's, I went to FinishLine. I wanted a new pair of Air Max because I'm obsessed.

I walked in the store and saw Blake getting basketball shorts and some shirts. If he were just a normal guy, I'd complain, but he is a basketball player and he looks really hot in them.

I got the Air Max 90 "Infrared," the all white pair and a black, grey, white & pink pair. I tell ya, I am too obsessed.

Once we were finished, Blake and I went up to the counter to pay. I decided to pay for both his clothes and my shoes. He's always buying me stuff and never let's me buy him anything, so I took it upon myself to do this.

We left FinishLine and I knew Blake was staring at me.

"You didn't have to do that," he said, putting his arm around me.

"Yes I did. You deserve it," I said.

We walked around the mall and there were some people that wanted to take a picture with Blake, so he did. While he was taking pictures, my phone vibrated.

Me: hey Jennifer!
Jen: [crying] can you meet me at the park?
Me: Jennifer, what's wrong?
Jen: I just really need someone to talk to
Me: okay I'll be there as soon as possible

"What's wrong?" Blake asked when I hung up.

"I have to go to the park."


We got to the park and I saw Jennifer sitting on a bench crying.

"Jennifer, what's wrong?" I asked, sitting across from her.

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