LARISSA aka RISSA
20
Works at red lobster
"Get a bag ho"
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"So why the fuck he been ghosting me is my question." I asked Jasmine, my right hand man.
"Girl I don't fucking know but I guess you finna get an answer now." She replied, jokingly.
Like we wasn't outside this man house banging on his door.
The door finally opened.
"On Jesus his self I know y'all ain't standing here right now." He said, laughing.
"Let me in so we can talk Heem." I said, calmly.
"Talk about what, I told you what it was don't be showing up at my shit." He demanded.
I pushed him out the way and walked in because what the fuck.
𝐷𝐸𝐽𝐴 MARIE LINN
20
Multi-brand ambassador/influencer
"I just want money fuck a friend"
Deja-
I put clothes on and got up quickly.
They wasn't even my clothes but shit.
"So what the fuck is going on?" I asked, opening the door.
Seeing Jasmine and Rissa.
Aw hell naw.
"What the fuck is she doing here?" Rissa asked.
"Nawl bitch the real question is, what are you doing here."
Mind you it's late as fuck.
I barley can walk forreal and these bitches wanna play with me.
"Oh so this what's going on?" Jasmine said.
Heem had a gun in his pants.
I grabbed it.
Pointed it at them, and told they ass to get the fuck out.
I only held a gun like one time.
"Chill chill." Heem said, laughing.
The hell is funny.
"Y'all can find y'all way out, it's to late for this shit." I said.
"Whatever, this some ghetto shit anyways." Jasmine said.
She went out the door.
Rissa stood there looking at Heem.
"I mean, ian never even invite y'all ass in my shit to begin with." He expressed.
She just looked at him.
Then walked out, slamming the door.
"What the fuck Jaheem." I said, handing him his gun.
"They ass-"
"No shut up." I said, cutting him off.
I was pissed off.
"This the kinda shit you got going on?" I asked.
"She shouldn't even feel comfortable showing up." I said.
"I haven't talked to her ass in a grip Deja." He said.
"I'm not finna be doing this shit." I said.
"She crazy."
"Well why the fuck is she crazy Heem."
"Did you tell her we were talking, huh?" I asked him.
"Did you tell her we just was in your bed FUCKING?" I asked him.
"The fuck." I added.
"Deja-"
"Heem we just had sex I told you I loved you, and Rissa ass showing up at your house the same night."
"I'm not finna be doing this shit." I added.
I felt my voice kind of cracking, I started to feel like I was about to cry.
"C'mere Deja." He said, walked towards me.
"No because-" I started crying.
This was overwhelming for me.
I never in my life pulled a gun out on a bitch for a nigga.
He hugged me just like he did the last time I cried in front of him.
He kissed my forehead.
"Yo ass gotta stop crying." He told me, pointing at me.
I giggled and wiped my face.
"I told her I was fucking with you."
"She just won't let up." He explained to me.
He then kissed me, softly but quickly.
"I just never did no shit like that before." I expressed.
"You wont ever have to do no shit like that again, that's fasho." He told me.
"Ok daddy." I responded, laughing.
"Don't do that." He told me.
"Give me a hug." I said.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, then proceeded to pick me up.
I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"We finna go lay down." He said.
My man my man my man.
This shit is crazy, this not even my man.
I went from crying to laughing.
I laid on his shoulder while he walked us to his room.
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Hours later..
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JAHEEM aka HEEM
22
Hood rich
".."
Ring ring
Ring ring
I opened my eyes, barely.
It was Deja's phone, mines was dead.
Ring ring
"Deja." I said moving her off of me.
Ring ring
"Yea?" She said, squinting her eyes.
Ring ring
"Your phone."
She hurried and searched around for it.
Ring ring
Found it and answered.
"Hello?" She said.
"Hold on, don't get mad at me." She said.
"Moni you-"
"Moni."
"Girl!"
"It's early as fuck."
"A hoe?"
Beep beep
She hung up.
"You good?" I asked her.
"I wake up to her calling me a hoe." She responded.
Rubbing her eyes and wiping the crust off her face.
"Fuck she calling you a hoe for?" I said, my eyebrows scrunching up.
"Rissa told her what happened I guess."
"I'm just tired of this shit." She said.
"You'll be ok." I said.
"She onna opp typa time." I added.
"But while she in this condition I just cant even be mad at her, you know." She expressed.
"I get you." I said.
"Breakfast?" She asked, scratching her head.
"I can just eat some cereal." I said.
"Boy I'm finna take a shower and when I get out I'll make breakfast." She said laughing.
"Ight."
Deja-
My shower water be scorching hot. Be finna pass out in there.
Cant believe I'm at a nigga house making him breakfast.
I know people might think I'm crazy but honestly I don't care.
He's like Mr.Right. I always feel safe and like I'm doing something right when I'm with him.
He keeps me motivated behind everything.
I know he cares about me, I know it.
I hope I'm not trying to convince myself when I'm saying this.
I got startled out of my thoughts.
"You ight?" Heem asked, knocking on the door.
"Yea." I slightly shouted.
Let me wash up and get out this damn shower.
I threw on some of his boxers because they were more comfortable.
Also a top I got from, I don't even know.
Out of the store somewhere.
Heem got in the shower after me.
I started breakfast while he was in there.
I made grits, eggs, bacon, and toast.
He took forever in the shower everything was basically done when he got out.
"It smell good as hell." He said, in his chicago accent.
"You ready to eat?"
"Yea, what you want to drink?" He asked.
"Orange juice."
He got the orange juice and two cups, poured me some and him.
We decided to eat in his room, I wanted to watch tv.
I turned on P-Valley.
I was kind of caught up in my thought's today.
After the episode went off, I was just daydreaming thinking about a lot of shit.
Heem was just staring at me for a while.
Staring made me insecure.
"What?" I asked him.
"Nun." He replied.
"Want to go to Walmart?" I asked him.
"Whatever you want."
We both threw on some clothes.
We made it to Walmart.
"Let me get in the cart."
"Yo ass to damn big." He replied.
"Please?" I asked, laughing.
He picked me up and put me in.
He pushed me fast. It was actually kind of fun.
"Slow down, it's gone tip over." I said, laughing.
Smiling from ear to ear we both we're.
We didn't even get anything but some ice cream, for me.
A couple minutes later.
We were in the car.
"Let's go to like a drive-in tomorrow." I said.
"Bet." He replied.
"We can pull up to your house to get you more clothes." He said.
"So what is this?" I asked him.
"What you talking about girl?" He asked, starting up his car.
"I'm staying at your house, making breakfast, doing couple shit." I said, looking him in his eyes.
I could see all his emotions through them, it's like a open book.
He started scratching his head.
"Oh yo head itching now huh."
He giggled.
"Deja I truly don't know what to say." He said.
"Well when you take me to get my clothes just leave me there." I said.
"So now you mad because I don't know what to say?"
"Ion do this shit." He said.
"Do what shit Heem?" I asked him.
"Ima just take you home." He said.
"Fuck home, what the fuck are you talking about?" I said.
"The one female I fucked with on some serious shit, did some crazy ass shit."
"I'm scared to love a mufka, that's the shit I don't do." He added.
"What are you saying right now?" I asked.
He turned his body to the window.
"Lift my shirt up." He said.
I did as he told.
I seen the biggest fucking scar that I can't believe I never saw before.
"What the fuck." I dragged.
"That's a stab wound?" I asked.
"My ass almost lost my life." He replied.
"You can trust me I'm not no crazy ass bitch." I said.
"I'm sorry for pressuring you." I added.
"My love life was crazy as fuck also." I expressed.
"Let's just take it slow, don't stop fucking with me and we good." He said.
I grabbed his face softly, and pulled him in for a kiss.
Still close our lips almost touching.
'"Just please don't be playing in my face." I said.
He just kissed me.
Every time we kissed it felt so slow and magical.
I always feel like I'm floating when we kiss.
But when we made it to my house I decided to just stay there for a night or two.
I mean it is my house.
Heem really didn't like that I decided not to go back to his house.
Only because he knew that I really didn't like being at my house anyways.
Especially now with this stuff with Moni.
He walked me to the door.
I gave him a hug, we rocked side to side as we held each other.
"I'll call you tomorrow." I told him.
"Ight." He replied.
30 minutes later.
I hate being at home.
Ding Dong
My apartment got rung.
Weird I don't know who the fuck that could be.