For a few weeks Tim had turned completely nonchalant towards Tae.
She hated it.
Anytime Tae would try talking to him, he'd go in another room or simply ignore her.
The whole situation with Ja'quan was still upsetting him.
Tae figured it was time to try and talk things out.
Tim was in the living room, sitting on the couch.
He'd go in there almost anytime Tae entered his bedroom.
He really could not stand her.
Tae sat down on the couch next to him.
It irked his soul.
"T can you stop being petty now?" she asked.
He sat still, silently.
Tae was over the situation.
She wasn't holding it over Ja'quan's head at the moment so why was Tim?
Tae was about sick and tired of the way Tim had been acting.
"Really Tim? You gone keep this up?" she punched him in the arm.
"I'm sick of you acting like a little bitch." Tae made an attempt to hit Tim again, but he restrained her.
"Keep yo fuckin hands off me Tae!" he yelled.
At least he was giving her attention.
Tae understood Tim being upset with Q but not her.
It's not like her having sex with him was a choice.
"Seriously, what the hell are you even mad at me for. I. Did. Not. Fuck. Him." she stated clearly.
Tim knew the situation wasn't Tae's fault.
He was mad at her because she was stopping him from hurting Ja'quan.
"He raped you, why can't I kill him?" Tim tried to remain calm.
Tae didn't have an answer for him.
Tim had her stuck for a moment.
"He disrespected you on multiple occasions and you telling me you don't want this nigga dead?! Naw Tae you on one." he laughed to stop himself from slapping the dog mess out of her.
He wasn't wrong.
The way Tae got treated by Ja'quan was unacceptable.
You'd think Tae would be the first one ready to kill him, but she wasn't.
Tim got up, standing directly in front of Tae.
He leaned in close so that she knew he was serious.
Looking her straight in her eyes he goes, "Give me one good reason I shouldn't blow this nigga."
Tae stayed silent.
"Exactly." Tim said before walking out the room.
Tae needed to get out the house.
She wasn't about to stay there with an angry Tim.
She knew he'd never actually put hands on her, but she wasn't about to risk it.
Tae gave Tim space to cool off by going to the mall.
She hadn't been in a while because she was busy handling other things.
Since it's been a minute, the first place she went to in the mall was her favorite smoothie shop.
Tae stood in the line for a few minutes waiting to be up next.
"Yo you Tae, right?" a familiar sounding voice came from behind Tae.
"And you are?" Tae turned around.
It was Chantel.
"Oh, don't act like you don't know hoe." Chantel stepped closer to Tae as if she wanted to fight.
Tae put her hand up in front of Chantel's face.
"Girl please, you wasn't shit to him but a nasty fling." she rolled her eyes.
"Bitch what?" Chantel pushed her.
Tae grabbed her smoothie, throwing it on Chantel.
Chantel gasped as she did.
"Yea bitch learn to keep your hands off of people!" Tae shouted.
Chantel scooped the smoothie remains out her eyes before lunging at Tae.
Tae was quick and kicked Chantel.
She grabbed her hair, punching her in her head repeatedly until mall security stepped in.
Both the girls were kicked out of the mall for a month.
Tae couldn't go back to the mall, and she wasted her smoothie.
Not to mention Tim had bitches out here bragging about the shit they did together.
Meanwhile, while Tae was stressing, Tim got a call from someone unexpected.
"Yo?" Tim picked up his phone.
He was sitting on the couch, preparing his rolling tray so he could roll up.
"You better get yo bitch. The hoe attacked me for no reason!" Chantel shouted.
Tim laughed.
"That ain't got shit to do with me." Tim took the call to his room to retrieve the weed.
"Even if it did, I don't believe Tae would attack you for no reason."
Chantel smacked her lips.
She was soaked in a strawberry-banana smoothie.
Somebody was gonna take the heat for it.
"Hold on, I'm bout to show you."
Chantel hung up for a quick second.
Seconds later, Chantel facetimed Tim.
"Look." she held the camera up to show herself drenched in Tae's smoothie.
"This outfit cost me 50 fucking dollars Tim. I should beat yo ass." Chantel pointed to the camera.
"Again, that ain't got shit to do with me." Tim spoke.
He propped his phone up on his dresser so he could roll up while he talked to Chantel.
They stayed on the phone longer than they should have.
"Nigga you owe me an outfit!" Chantel shouted.
Tim smiled at her anger.
"Ain't shit funny ni-" she paused.
"You got a nice room." she twirled her hair "When can I come see it?"
"You see it right?" Tim looked up to see Chantel with a smirk on her face.
"Ight smart ass." she rolled her eyes.
Tim laughed, "Come at yo own risk. Tae might attack you again." he said.
They stayed on the phone together until Tae came in the house shouting.
"Imma fuck you up Timothe!" she shouted.
Tae meant business.
She threw her purse on the couch to search the house for Tim.
He told her to not start but she was already started.
"You got bum ass bitches coming up to me in the mall like I'm some dumb ass bitch." she pushed him back.
Tim started moving in the opposite direction to avoid her.
"I been home all day chillin, relax." he told her.
She followed him out his bedroom door, into the kitchen.
"You think I'm playing?" she began chasing him around the house.
It was all fun and games to Tim because he knew he could out run her.
Eventually Tae fell short of breath and stopped.
"Wait til I catch my breath bitch." Tae huffed and puffed her way to the couch.
"Matter fact." she stood back up "You got 5 seconds to get over here Timothe."
She picked up the weed Tim had dropped while they ran around.
Holding it up she says, "Bring yo ass." while shaking the bag.
Tim took a few steps closer to Tae.
She pointed to the open spot in front of her indicating she wanted him right there.
Tim moved to where Tae wanted him.
She sat the weed down on the table and grabbed Tim by his shirt.
Pulling him close she says, "Next time that little bitch think she pressing something this way, I'm beatin yo ass." then released him.
Tim brushed her off.
They sat in silence for a bit until that silence was broken by a call from Chantel.
Tim answered the phone, irritated that she had the nerves to call him back.
"You on speaker, talk nice." he says.
Chantel chuckled, "Me, Derran, and my homegirl finna pull up."
Tim heard the excitement in her voice.
"Pull up to where, to who?" he asked.
Chantel chuckled again.
She told him they were already on their way and there was nothing he could do about it.
She hung up, when Tim looked over at Tae she was staring him down hatefully.
"Yo little bitch coming over?" she crossed her arms.
Tim stood up "Shut yo ass up Tae. She ain't my bitch."
Tae followed Tim into his bedroom that lead into his bathroom.
"So you really about to let her come over?" Tae blocked the doorway of the bathroom.
Tim pushed her out "We ain't together. Until you let me get that nigga Ja'quan you can't say shit to me Tae."
Tim slammed the door in her face.