𝟎𝟑.

“So you just not gon say nothing?” I asked Kiyari as she sat on the edge of the bed. She ignored my presence and tapped on her phone as the tv played lowly in the background.

We had just finished getting out of the shower and she ain’t said a word since.

She the type to give you the silent treatment when she feeling some typa way. And ion mean no lil silent treatment either that shit be lasting for hours until she let it go.

“You hear me talking to you.” I sat up from where I was sitting.

Still no response. She pissing me off.

I got up from the bed and walked over to her so I was standing in front of her. She didn’t acknowledge me either she just kept her attention on her phone.

I stared at her for a moment before snatching her phone out of her hands and all she did was look up at me with a blank expression.

I looked at her phone to see what she was doing and saw she was in her text thread with some nigga. I read over it and started mugging the phone.

They was texting bout all typa shit. This girl was in my bed planning to link with a whole other nigga.

Like how the fuck you planning links when you on punishment? I should tip off her damn mama since she wanna play.

“You got me fucked up.” I threw her phone at her and it hit her in her head and she smacked her lips.

“Dawg.” She said lowly.

“You weird as fuck.” I told her. “Tryna link with niggas and shit.”

Kiyari that type who like to go tit for tat. Like if I go low she go lower or she just do exactly what I do. It just hit different when she do it vs me.

“How? Didn’t you have a whole bitch over your house?” She tilted her head.

“So? Just cause she was over here don’t mean I fucked her Yari.” I expressed.

Our agreement was we couldn’t fuck other people. Not we couldn’t see them. But something about her planning to link with a nigga irritated me. Cause bitch now you being funny and doing too much.

“Okay and just because I’m planning to link with him don’t mean ima fuck him. Fuck be wrong with niggas?” She rolled her eyes. “And give me my phone!” She pointed to the floor since that’s where it landed.

I should hit her dumbass upside her head again with it. Stupid ass bitch.

I got her phone from off the floor and threw it in her lap.

“I’m finna take yo ass home.” I said to her.

“Take me home then bitch. I would rather be anywhere else than with you. I don’t even want you breathing in the same air space as me.” She crossed her arms.

“This my house, you can get out.”

“This yo mama house first of all.” She corrected.

“The house I pay the bills in cause I make money.” I corrected her.

“Niggas pay the light bill once and swear they big baller.” She mumbled but I heard her.

“So what? Ion see you paying a bill.”

“Bitch I pay my phone bill.”

“Yeah cause it’s YOURS. You gotta contribute to the household. Like me, I paid the light bill and it was high as fuck cause everybody use it.” I explained.

“I don’t care take me home.” She said.

“No I change my mind. Better call a Uber or sumn.” I waved her off.

Y’all know what dey say? If that nigga put you in a Uber…

“Khalil I’m not getting in no fucking Uber at this time! Take me home NOW!” She yelled.

“If my mama come back up here again, that’s yo ass.”

“I’m finna go tell.” She stood up.

“Yari.” I warned her.

“I’m not playing with you.” She grabbed her phone and walked over to my room door, opening it and walking out.

Pissing me off.

I got up from my bed and followed behind her. She walked downstairs because that’s where my mama was. I could hear her in the kitchen.

“Ma!” Kiyari yelled out to her once we reached the kitchen and my mama turned around.

“Oh the girl was Kiyari. Hey Ki.” My mama smiled at her.

“Hey.” Kiyari smiled back. “So your son is trying to make me take an Uber home and I just feel like that’s not only insulting to me, but you as well. Cause I’m pretty sure you raised him to be a nice young man and here he is disrespecting a lady.” She said causing my mama to look at me.

“Khalil, take her home.” She said and I sighed.

Once Kiyari and my mom got done talking, me and her got into my car. I was now driving her home and the car ride was silent. I didn’t talk to her and she didn’t talk to me.

I spoke up first once I pulled up to a red light.

“So you really gon link with that lame ass nigga?” I asked her.

“I’m not in the mood.” She said.

“Well I am. So answer my question.” I looked over at her in the passenger seat.

“Why does it even matter? We said don’t fuck other people, not we can’t link with them.” She looked back at me.

“It matters to me just like how me having a bitch over my house mattered to you.” I voiced.

“It didn’t matter to me.” She said dryly.

“So why did you have an attitude then?” I asked her.

“Didn’t.” She defended.

“Yes the fuck you did. Quit lying.” I said, noticing the light had turned green and started driving again and she went quiet before she took a deep breath.

“Think of it like this.” She started off. “I know we created some kind of…boundaries. But lately, I don’t know. I just feel more intense.”

“About what?”

“You.” She simply said. “I feel different, I care more. I used to be cool but now certain shit be bothering me.”

It somewhat made sense. Lately it’s like she done lost her damn mind. She be tripping about shit we said we wasn’t gon trip over. Me having another girl over is just one example.

If she seen a girl in my comments or something she would screenshot it and send it to me asking me about it. Or if she seen me talking to a girl at school or sumn she would get mad. The list goes on.

That was the whole point of us coming to a mutual agreement so she wouldn’t do all the things she been doing.

“I hear you. But that’s what the boundaries were for. And if you feeling different then maybe this shit not a good idea no more.” I explained.

I had my reasons on why I didn’t want things to get deep with Kiyari. I expressed all this to her before and now I’m doing it again.

I like her don’t get me wrong, she my dawg. But she not like every other female to me. So I wouldn’t treat her as such. So if I see her feelings changing and I know that’s not the way I wanna go of course ima suggest we break this off.

If she was anybody else I would’ve just let her feel how she feel and not care about her feelings.

“I guess.” She shrugged.

“So you agreeing, we stopping right?” I asked, making sure. Cause I don’t need no more surprises from her ass.

“I guess.”

“Ight.”

𝘖𝘚𝘉𝘖𝘙𝘕 𝘏𝘐𝘎𝘏 𝘚𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘓
𝘖𝘚𝘉𝘖𝘙𝘕 𝘏𝘐𝘎𝘏 𝘚𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘓.
𝘔𝘐𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘕.
(𝘉𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘍𝘙𝘖𝘔 𝘚𝘜𝘚𝘗𝘌𝘕𝘚𝘐𝘖𝘕)

“Yeah because I don’t know what they thought.” Chyna said after holding up her schedule to compare it to mine.

We still had the same classes. They didn’t change a damn thing.

We wasn’t gonna ask about it either just incase it was a mix up. Somebody will find out themselves eventually.

“I’m actually happy to be back in school. I was bored at home.” She admitted.

“I wasn’t. Ima miss not having to wake up early.” I frowned. I really enjoyed my lil five days but whatever.

Me and Chyna were walking to our lockers and it was quiet in the hallways because everybody else was in their scheduled classes.

Once we reached our lockers I put in my combination and left out the things I needed and put things in there that I didn’t.

“You talked to Khalil?” She asked me and I shook my head no.

I haven’t spoken to him since we had that conversation in his car. He texted and stuff but I didn’t respond. I didn’t really wanna speak to him.

But I prepared myself cause I knew I would see him today.

“I don’t wanna go to English.” I said as Chyna rummaged through her locker.

“You wanna wait in the bathroom until next period?” She questioned.

“Normally I would say yes, but the class been started. Let’s just get it over with.” I sighed.

She shut her locker once she was done and we made our way to our class that was on the same floor we were on, which was the second.

We reached our English class and went inside and when we walked in everybody was staring at us.

“Boo bitch.” Chyna said to the class. “Fuck is you staring at me for?”

“Chyna and Kiyari go sit down.” Mr. Tanner, our English teacher told us.

We didn’t have assigned seats but everybody sat at the same seat everyday mostly because that’s where their friends were. Ours were in the back of the class so that’s where we went.

“Why the fuck y’all late?” Tory asked us.

“Because.” I said and paused.

“Because what? Finish your sentence.” He told me.

“Oh that’s all I got. Just because.” I shrugged and he smacked his lips.

I looked over and saw Khalil and seen that he was already looking at me. Once I looked back he looked away.

“Y’all know who pretty as fuck? Me.” Nadia looked at herself through her phone camera.

I forgot she existed. She wasn’t apart of our friend group, she was Khalil’s best friend so she was more so of an acquaintance.

“You fucking ugly.” Khalil told her.

“Bitch your mama ugly.” She scrunched up her face. “And why you not done with my paper?” She pointed to the sheet in front of him.

“Exactly it’s YOUR paper. I’m not doing shit.” He told her.

She blinked at him a few times and then snatched the paper from him along with the pencil he had in his hand.

“You get nothing else from me today. I loan you a pencil and you can’t even do my last few questions? Bitch fuck you you’re not my bestie no more.” She mugged him.

I felt a tap on my arm and looked at Chyna who was next to me and she rolled her eyes, making me laugh.

“I don’t care.” Khalil said to Nadia.

“Don’t care then.” Nadia said.

“I just said I don’t.” He snickered and snatched the pencil back and started writing on his own paper.

Never had a problem with Nadia. She was just aggravating. She just gave off pick me to me and Chyna agreed too.

“Yari can I have a pencil?” Chyna asked, being sarcastic.

“Girl I’m not one of them.” I shook my head in a no motion and Nadia looked over at us.

“Y’all tryna be funny or..?” Nadia asked sounding confused.

“Being funny for what? Nobody care cause you gave him a pencil girl.” Chyna waved her off.

“Oh okay. Nevermind then.” Nadia turned her attention back to her paper as well.

“Chy quit picking. And Yari stop feeding into it.” Khalil spoke up.

“Bitch shut up. I don’t have nothing for your weird ass except for cuss words so your best bet is to leave me alone.” Chyna told him. I had told her about what happened and she been calling him weird since.

“And ain’t nobody feeding into shit. I said no I’m not one of them, what’s wrong with that?” I questioned.

“It’s not really that serious. I asked were they being funny cause I felt like they were, but they said no so no need for all the extra mess.” Nadia said to Khalil and stood up from her seat and walked off. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Why is y’all so fucking messy?” Malachi instigated.

“How are we messy?” We asked in unison.

“Y’all know exactly what y’all be doing.” Khalil said.

“Y’all can really hop off them.” Layla joined in as well, defending us.

“Shut up cause you be messy right with them.” Tory said.

“Unt unt Tory. Sit yo ass back like you just was.” Samaria told him and he frowned.

“Girl you ain’t got no authority on me.” He told her.

“I’m not messy first of all.” Layla spoke to Malachi.

“Yes you is.” Khalil said. “Just like Yari and Chy.”

“You might wanna keep it cute with me cause I been ignoring you and not bothering you. I would hate to get out my body.” I scoffed.

“You must done forgot who I am. Kiyari I will fold yo clothes while you still in them.” Khalil said and Chyna bussed out laughing.

“Go be mad at Joselineeee.” Chyna laughed and stopped once I looked at her. “It was funny!”

“Ain’t nothing but a group of messy ass bitches.” Malachi said and pointed to all of the girls at the table.

“Bitch!” Samaria smacked his hand down.

“If I’m so messy why you be tryna make me mediate situations? I wouldn’t be asking no messy person for advice.” I looked at Malachi.

“Cause you good at giving advice to everybody but yo damn self. You give good advice but you still a messy sour ass lil girl.” He said, making Khalil agree.

“Stop co-signing him.” I said to Khalil.

“Nigga you do the same thing with Chyna.” He sat back in his seat. “Especially when she be in the wrong too.”

“Shit she better defend me. Better tell me I’m wrong in private.” Chyna mugged him then turned to me.

“You don’t do that with me.” I frowned.

“Bitch yes I do.” She said.

“No you don’t. You tell her when she wrong in public too and I wouldn’t be your best friend if I was her.” Malachi said.

“You feel like that?” She asked me and sat up in her desk.

“No.” I said.

“Yes you do Kiyari you told me that shit.” Khalil shook his head.

“Wait, you be talking to Khalil about our friendship out of all people?” She questioned.

“Being friends with y’all drains me.” Tory mumbled.

“I wouldn’t necessarily say that.” I told Chyna.

“So what would you call it then? Cause that’s what the fuck it seem like to me. Don’t be telling his weird ass shit instead of coming to me. That’s odd.” She rolled her eyes.

“Girl please, like you didn’t used to vent to Von.” I said truthfully.

“That’s different. Von was my BOYFRIEND, Khalil just somebody you fuck on. Two completely different relationships.” She said and the table got quiet.

The classroom was big and loud so nobody could hear our conversation except for us.

“Now Chy.” Layla looked at her.

“See. Just be publicly embarrassing her.” Malachi said.

“Okay.” I said to Chy and stood up from my chair.

Yeah she got me fucked up and I be sparing her but she be making it real hard.

“Now everybody mad.” Samaria sighed. “I’m getting new friends. Might befriend the marching band or something.”

I told our teacher I was going to the bathroom and walked out of the class. I was walking in the hallway when I heard Khalil behind me.

“Kiyari.” He said loud enough for me to hear him.

“Stop talking to me.” I said as I kept walking forward.

He eventually caught up with me and was walking next to me.

“How the fuck you mad at me?” He asked and I stopped walking and turned to him.

“Why the fuck would you say that? If I tell you something it’s supposed to stay between us.” I told him.

“Really? You wanna be a hypocrite right now?” He tilted his head to the side.

“I’m not a hypocrite.”

“Yes you are. You literally tell Chyna everything I tell you. How you want stuff to stay between us on my end but running your mouth to the next person on yours? You being unfair.” He expressed.

“Whatever.” I started walking again.

“Stop walking away from me when you know you fucking wrong.” He snatched me back. Damn near yanked my soul out my body.

I was now closer to him than before and we were now looking at each other face to face.

Definitely some sexual tension here.

“Let me go.” I told him, considering he had a tight grip on me. He stayed silent for a minute and eventually did so.

“And why the fuck you ain’t been answering my texts and calls?”

“Cause I didn’t wanna talk to you.” I crossed my arms.

“For what Kiyari?”

“Because you made me mad.” I replied and I could see his frustration start building up.

“How the fuck I make you mad Ki? We had a mutual agreement, you was falling off and backtracking. You know the shit we talked about.” He ran his hands down his face.

“Ok.” I said and started walking again and so did he.

“Dude you bout to piss me off.” He chuckled out of frustration. “Don’t do that nonchalant shit. Acting like you don’t care when you know you do.”

“Ok.” I repeated and he took a deep breath.

“Okay Kiyari. I’m done with you and your mood swings.” He stopped walking next to me and turned around, making his way back to the classroom I assume.

Talking bout he done with my mood swings like somebody give a fuck. I don’t care.