I shook my head and went into my room. I flopped down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. I really did fuck up, badly. Ain't no way she bouta fuck with me now.
I heard the doorbell ring and continued to stare at the ceiling because I knew one of them would answer it.
"CHRISTIAN! You got company." Cari yelled from the end of stairs.
I slipped on Gucci flip flops and walked downstairs.
"You didn't tell me Kierra from Instagram was yo' girlfriend." Brie said and I mentally rolled my eyes.
"She ain't my girlfriend." I said and she rolled her eyes.
I walked upstairs with Kierra right behind me. I couldn't even be mad at her because half of it was my fault.
"I think I should be the one mad." She said closing the door.
"You got every right to but you causing a scene was unnecessary." I said laying down on the bed.
"So if a nigga said something out of the ordinary about me to you what the fuck you gon' do? Sit there and eat yo' food?" She asked folding her arms.
"So why you fight her?" I asked avoiding her question.
"She tested my patience on my lunch break two days ago." She said making me look at her.
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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?
