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"Care to explain what's going on?" Rakim asked the two guys in front of him. Jordan glared at the both of us, releasing his hand from around Symere's waist. While Symere held his hands behind his back; embarrassed at the entire ordeal.
"I'd like to ask the same question to you, Rocky." His head tilted, awaiting an answer from his mouth, yet he stayed silent. Rakim and I looked at each other, as he forcefully pushed my hand away from his.
"There's absolutely nothing going on between us, Jordan. Nothing at all." I chuckled, unamused by our odd encounter. "Why didn't you tell me you were into men, not to mention Symere?" I glanced back at Jordan, who sighed in defeat
"Frankly, who I fuck with isn't any of your business, Syre." Jordan exclaimed, as I was taken aback by the sudden attitude. "Frankly, bitch―" I paused, returning the same energy towards him. "We live together, so it is my business."
Jordan's fist balled up as he walked up towards me, Symere holding him back. I stayed in place, knowing he wouldn't do shit to me. "Why are you so angry? You jealous or something, huh? Jealous I never wanted you? Well kiss my ass, Syre." He smirked as if it was doing something to me.
I laughed in pure disbelief, Rakim looked at me in confusion. "You're joking, right? You really think that I, Syre Smith, wants to be with you?" I couldn't help but laugh even harder.
"Boy, you got yo head so far up your ass, you can kiss it yourself. I wasn't jealous, hell I'm far from jealous. I'm mad because you're being secretive when you could've just told me this shit from the jump! I tell you everything, everything Jordan! You know I would've been happy about you two!" I yelled, as my head shook. I looked at Symere who's head was held down, staring at his bowlegged feet.
"Hm, no wonder why you asked if I had a crush on him. Man, fuck the both of you " I kissed my teeth and walked back towards the hotel room.
"Wait up, Syre!" Rakim jogged, catching up with me. I wasn't mad, yet I couldn't help but feel a bit sad. Still wasn't going to ruin my trip here.
"Aye Rocky, I'm fine. Don't bother asking, buddy ol' pal." I joked, laughing softly. He tried to hold my hand, yet I placed my hand into my pocket.
I opened the door to the room, and saw Luka on the balcony, smoking a cancer stick. Tyler, on the other hand, was sitting on a stool near the island.
"That was quick, everything okay?" Tyler stood up, walking towards Rakim. I sighed lightly, walking towards one of the empty rooms. My eyes roamed how big it was; definitely bigger than my room back home.
I sat onto the bed, before plopping my entire upper body down on the soft mattress. The sheets and comforter smelled of lilac, one of my favorite scents. I placed a fluffy pillow over my nose and stared at the ceiling, trying to forget about what happened today.
I heard a knock at the door, and stayed in my current position. "Come in! Rocky, if that's you, I don't want to talk about it." I reassured, closing my eyes as the door opened.
