Me and Juice continued to walk through the people surrounding the club. I know how to rap but I never really took it serious. Even if I do become a rapper I'll never consider myself one.
Me and and Juice got in the car. He was still typing aggressively on the keyboard. I wonder who pissed him off. I got on my phone and checked my text messages. I had one from Arianna. I feel bad for leading her on knowing I don't want a relationship. Especially from her.
Arianna- I seen you at the club. Lemme know what the deal is. I'm tired of playing childish games with you.
Me- Come over.
I know I'm wrong for leading her on but she knew what she signed up for. I told her before we even started fucking that I wasn't looking for a relationship.
"This girl got me fucked up!" Juice yelled hitting the dashboard.
I looked over at him. I tried my best not to laugh. "She got you trippin like this?"
"She posted a picture on some wild shit." He said showing me the picture.
"The face you make when you cheating." I said reading the caption out loud.
"She got me fucked up." I said showing me all the comments.
"I mean you did ignore her calls so." I said not making the situation any better.
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No Strings Attached
General FictionDating is overrated. At least that's what Kierra thinks. After what her ex did she's completely over relationships...or is she?
