"Hello." I said tossing my phone on the bed.
"Whatchu' doing?" He asked as I looked through my closet.
I heard the radio which means he's in the car going god knows where. It's 1:47am which means it's 12:47am in Chicago.
"Umm....at home." I yelled from my closet.
"At home?" He asked as I grabbed my phone.
"Yeah, at home. Is that a problem or something?" I asked lifting my eyebrow.
"Nawl." He said with a sigh.
"Sound like it was." I said sipping up my PINK duffel bag.
"Ian mad." He said with a chuckle.
"Mhm." I said rolling my eyes. "Where you at?" I added. I'm just trying to see if he about to lie or tell the truth.
"Aye, hold on ima call you back." He said rushing off the phone.
He didn't even answer my question before he hung up which was very disrespectful. It would be World War 3 if I did that though.
I sat on my bed and grabbed my phone. I ended up sending him a text.
Me- Don't do that no more.
He called me instead of texting me back and I politely declined it. I know he in Chicago doing something he ain't suppose to be doing, why else would he rush me off the phone?
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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?
