Freak Bitch//Bluek47

Chapter 3

Johnathan

It had been a couple of days since I last saw Tay, he even slacked up on texting me. If we being honest I think he's avoiding me but you know, it's whatever since he got a shawty anyway. And if we being real truthful I'm only tryna smash. I mean even if I want him I'm not gon force him to let me hit or no shit like that. Fuck I look like? I'mma just boss up til lil baby come running...... actually I'mma text him and if he doesn't respond then I'll quit.

Blue: Yo Tay I'm finally back from my exam you tryna come through?

Tay🍑: come through for what?

Blue: nigga just come smoke wimmie right quick

Tay🍑:....ight.

I smiled to myself and checked my breath and shit real fast. I started rolling up and waited. A couple of minutes later there was a knock at my door.

"Wassup baby?" I smiled as I let him in.

"Nigga my name is Taymor. Tay-mor, do you understand? You gon stop calling me all that other fruity ass shit, address me by name or don't talk to me at all." He snapped like he was really ready to pop shit. He does this all the time I swear.

"Yeah okay." I shook my head and passed him a blunt.

....30 minutes and a couple blunts later.

"You really telling me you was with that rap shit?"

He took another deep puff and held it for a minute then nodded. I watched as he let the excess smoke flow past his parted lips.

"Hell yeah I was. Best nigga out this bitch."

"I beg ya damn pardon?" I said clutching my imaginary pearls.

"Nigga what?"

"You weren't the best."

"Was and am nigga."

"You must not have heard my shit."

"Unfortunately I have."

I shook my head at the nerve of this nigga, gon try to play me like my shit weak.

"Get up," I said while searching for my keys.

"No."

He stayed on my bed with his eyes closed as I watched for a minute before picking him up like the big baby that he was.

"Bluuueee stop put me down," he whined as we made our way down the stairs. "Where are we going anyway?"

"My house."

Once we got there I walked in and immediately started heading towards the studio as Tay trailed behind me.

"Damn nigga you rich as fuck," Tay muttered as we walked down the hall.

"Nah this all my parent's shit."

"Still, damn."

~~~

We had been chilling in the studio for a while bumping to the unmixed tracked for my album Famous Cryp.

"Big dick baby, tell me how it tastes!" Tay screamed the lyrics put it in her face while I just laughed. So far this seemed like his favorite song.

But after a while of bumping music, we ended up in my room, well my old room. I was laid back on the bed using my elbows as support while watching him sift through my shit.

"Say Blue, you got some nice ass clothes. Would be a shame if I took em'." He said while holding one of my shirts over his body.

"Nigga put my shit down."