ride. ( dreezy & 21 savage )

57) More Life

That face tho 😂😫😍 that's the only picture of 21 Savage that I like 😂😂 no offense 😚

Chardae wanted us to meet up so we could go to the bar. I guess Chy convinced her to get me drunk or something. But I did get drunk, and while I was sitting with my hand on my eyes, elbow on the counter, I felt somebody tap my shoulder.

I'm not even the type to throw myself at a nigga the way I did that night, even in my drunken state, but all I know is I turned around, saw Shayaa, grabbed his face and practically shoved my tongue down his throat. We ended up at his house, my back up against the wall and my hands around his neck, and my legs around his waist, calling for mercy and some other shit. It was like this for the rest of the night.

When I woke up in Shayaa's bed, sober and sick, I almost went out of my mind. I jumped up, almost losing my stomach on the floor, running to the bathroom, throwing up and sliding down the wall with a hand on my head. Shayaa was probably awake, considering I had slammed the bathroom door and heaved so loudly. But when I pulled my clothes on, I discovered he was still asleep.

I threw a bottle of lotion at his face and he jumped up. "Ow, what the fuck?" He said, rubbing his eye.

He picked up the bottle. "Really." He said.

"Why did you let me do that, why didn't you fucking stop me?" I spat.

"You made it clear you wanted it so I gave it to you." Shayaa said.

"Don't make me beatcho ass, ain't shit funny. Whatever bloggers and shit that saw that probably think I'm tryna hook up with you again. And I don't even like you." I said.

"Who turned around and kissed me though." He said, chucking the lotion back at me. I caught it and flung it back toward him, straight to his stomach.

"I was drunk, like I said." I snapped.

He held his stomach, groaning. Hell, I would have done the same thing, nigga try to hit me with a half full bottle of lotion.

I was about to walk out of the room when he stopped me. "We started this, we might as well finish it." Shayaa said.

"Finish what?" I asked.

"This." He said, and out of nowhere he clutched my ass.

"No thank you." I said.

"Too bad, it wasn't a question." He said, pushing me up against the wall.

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"Shayaa fucking Joseph, you fucked my whole entire life." I muttered to myself, slamming my apartment door and throwing my coat on the couch.

I took a long shower, getting fully pissed when my beats pill died on me, and got under the covers for the rest of the day. The one person I needed right now was Deja. Of course Imani inconsiderate ass had to take her. Stupid bitch.

I had just about scrolled into yesterday's twitter timeline when Shayaa texted me. I didn't even read it. I just replied:

Leave me tf alone

And hoped he wouldn't bother me again. I threw my phone off the bed and yelled into my pillow for the next five minutes. I yanked the covers off me, pulled on my sweatpants and walked out of the room. I snatched my keys off the table.

"Fuck this shit." I muttered. I retrieved my jacket from off of the the couch and stormed out of my apartment like I was on a killing spree.

I drove like I had lost any damn sense I had. I damn near ran a red light. I had to slam on the brakes a few times and my knuckles were white once I got to Wale's house.

I was lucky Soledad liked me and knew I wouldn't do anything with her because all I know is Wale opened the door and I hugged him. "Woah, damn, okay, what's eating you?" He asked.

"I have nigga problems."

"Nigga problems? God damn, come on, let's go." Wale said, pulling me in to the house.

Wale's house (well, living room) was different from Chy and Chardae and *ahem* Imani's house. One, it was way bigger. Two, he had this nice theme with arm-and-leg expensive furniture. Three, there was a big ass glass wall that faced the backyard, which was manicured and looked pretty as hell. I liked his house better than my spiffy little apartment, but I really don't have the time and money to commit to moving right now. Or Shayaa but shall we not bring cheating ass nigga with a knife (*cough* cross *cough*) on his forehead?

"Tell me about this nigga problem. Cause there's a difference between boy problems and nigga problems." We agreed on that, like a long while back, like when I went with him in high school the one year he was there (just for the book we gone push his age back . He is NOT staying back for eight damn years lmfao😂😂).

"Well, starting from the beginning, I had that argument with Sh-- my ex and so, I just started a relationship back up with his producer." I said.

"The Lele dude?" Wale said.

"LeLAND, yeah." I said.

"Okay, damn, LeLAND." Wale said.

"So, I got drunk last night and out of nowhere, I don't know what the hell got into me, I don't even do what I did when I'm drun--"

"Cut to the chase, child of god." Wale cut in.

"I threw myself on him. He took me back to his crib and... well, you already know what happened. I almost took his eye out with a bottle of lotion, accidentally on purpose. Then he got me up against the wall and it happened again." I said.

"I say you still got feelings for him." Wale said.

"No. I do not have feelings for him." I found my voice going high pitched. Oh shit.

Hey .

Wyd ?

Okay . How did you like the new update ?

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