𝟎𝟓.

𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗨𝗟𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧.
𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗕𝗬 𝗧𝗢𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗭𝗡.

𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗕𝗬 𝗧𝗢𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗭𝗡
𝘒𝘪𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘯.
𝘔𝘐𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘕.

“Who’s this?” I had Khalil’s phone in my hand and he tried to grab it back, but I moved it out of his reach so he couldn’t.

“Yari, bro.” He sighed. “You doing too much.”

“No, I’m not. I’m asking you a question.” I crossed my arms.

“Why the fuck do it even matter? You not my bitch.” He said, and I felt my chest tighten at his words.

I stared at him for a second before I let out a laugh. That was all I could do ‘cause I promise if I didn’t laugh, I would’ve probably just started crying.

He looked at me with a confused look on his face ‘cause he didn’t know why I was laughing.

“Ok.” I said before I threw his phone at him.

Talking ‘bout I ain’t his bitch. This that shit I be talking about. He make it real hard to know where we stand ‘cause one day he on my body, then the next he not. It’s literally like he switches from hot to cold, and I never know how he gon’ feel for the day.

It was starting to annoy me. That’s exactly why that “mutual agreement” don’t get taken seriously. It was more so seeming like it only applied to me, and I peeped that too. Like he can do whatever he wanted, but if I do the same thing, he gets mad.

“Dawg!” He turned up his face. “Don’t throw nothing at me because you mad, fuck on.”

Actually, that’s an amazing reason to throw something at someone.

“I’m going home.” I said, and he smacked his lips.

I started driving my own car more because I realized I be wanting to leave when I want to, and I didn’t have time to rely on nobody. My attitude too short—you make me mad once, and I’m ready to get up out your face.

“For what, Kiyari? Because I said you not my bitch?” He laughed.

And he laughing. In my face.

If I retaliate and just start swinging on him for playing in my face, I’ma get called crazy.

“No! I’m mad because if I do the same shit you do, it’s an issue. But when you do shit, it’s okay. If I were to have a nigga in my phone right now and was texting him in front of you…you would flip. Just like last time.” I reminded him of that time we were in his room.

“Not tryna hear that.” He immediately dismissed me because he knew it was true and he couldn’t defend it.

“I’m not finna keep dealing with this.” I said truthfully.

“So you gonna leave?” He straight-faced me.

“Khalil.” I took a deep breath and put my hands together. “You not finna keep playing in my face for too long. I promise you.”

“Nobody playing. But if you wanna leave, then leave. I’m not trippin.” He looked over at the door, and I shook my head.

He would rather me leave than talk about the situation. I’m starting to think he like making it seem like I’m the delusional one when it’s really him.

Everybody think I’m crazy ‘cause they don’t see the shit he be doing and how he be acting.

We have a good bond when we not into it, so that’s why I be conflicted about leaving, because I know we have way more potential. But I’m not gonna stay somewhere I’m not respected at. Not no more.

Instead of responding to him, I grabbed my purse and was about to walk out his room, but he stood in front of me.

“Move.” I told him. He didn’t say nothing, and I looked up at him, and he was already looking at me.

“So you really finna act like this?” He asked me, and I looked at him.

“Me?! Are YOU finna act like this?” I tilted my head. “You so childish.”

“You need some dick. That’s all.” He said, and I rolled my eyes.

“I don’t need nothing. You think sex fix everything, and it don’t.” I crossed my arms.

“Maybe. But you know we be having fun trying.” He smirked before picking me up and locking my legs around his waist.

“Put me down, Khalil. I’m not playing.” I said out of annoyance. He ignored what I said and locked his bedroom door before walking over to the bed and placing me down gently.

I was about to get up, but he just pushed me right on back.

“I’m sorry.” He leaned over my body to look at me, and our eyes connected.

“You not sorry, you just gon’ do it again.” I shook my head, and he nodded his.

“I am sorry though.” He replied. “Let me show you.” He leaned closer to me and placed a kiss on my neck, and that one kiss turned into multiple ones. I immediately got goosebumps, and I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning. Wasn’t finna give him that satisfaction.

“Khalil, goneeee.” I whined, and he moved his hands down to my pants and unbuttoned them. In one swift motion, he had them off of me, and I sighed.

I clearly can’t stand on business for shit. Somebody need to teach me how to.

A FEW MINUTES LATER

“Say sorry.” Khalil said as he roughly thrusted himself in and out of me, and I let out loud moans. Nobody was at his house and wouldn’t be for a while.

We had figured that out right before we started and had been going crazy since.

“I didn’t do nothing!” I moaned out to him and closed my eyes, taking in all the pleasure he was giving me.

“Mm mm, look at me.” He said, and I flicked my eyes back open and looked up at him since we were in missionary. He always got me with this position ‘cause I’m more submissive in it. “You thought you was leaving me?”

“I— Nooo!” I lifted both of my legs up and held them up with my hands, still moaning loudly.

“Where you was going?” He groaned and took one of his hands and moved it down to my clit and began rubbing on it at a fast pace with his thumb, all while his strokes remained rough.

I couldn’t respond because it felt way too good. Like beyond words.

“I said where you was going?” He repeated and made sure to slide the rest of his dick inside of me deeply, and that’s when I dropped my arms down along with my legs and almost fucking died ‘cause I swear my soul left my body for a second.

“Nowhere!” I yelled and felt myself gripping his manhood tighter, and he moaned.

“Don’t do that shit no more.” He leaned over me and wrapped my legs around his waist yet again and held onto me and spoke into my ear. “Tell me you won’t do it again, mama.”

“I—I won’t do it again! I promise!” I moaned, and by this point, my eyes were closed.

“I’ma make sure you don’t.” He tightened his grip around my body and slammed himself into me repeatedly, making sure every inch of his dick was in me, hitting my spot.

I had lost control of my moans and threw my arms around his neck. I hate that he knows how to fuck good. It makes it harder for me.

“I’m bout to cum!” I moaned, warning him, and that only made him open my legs and continue doing what he was doing as the sound of our skin clapping against each other grew louder.

“You want me to cum witchu?”

“Yes!” I nodded my head fast as hell. ‘Cause gimme that shit. He groaned again, and what he said next really made me fold.

“Daddy sorry, baby.” He apologized to me and started giving me sloppy strokes but kept the same pace, and I felt my stomach start to tighten up, meaning I was about to release. “You forgive me?”

“Yes! Yes! I forgive you.” I moaned loudly, and I heard him chuckle ‘cause he had me right where he wanted me at.

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you tooooo.” I dragged out as I kept moaning over and over.

We only say that shit in the bed. Out of it? We never do and never speak about it when we do say it.

He let out one final moan before I felt something warm shoot inside of me, and that was my signal to let mine out too, so I did. I have never chased a nut down so bad.

He pulled himself off me slowly and got up from the bed and looked down at his dick.

“Now come clean it off.” He told me, and I sat up slowly. He was at the edge, so I just leaned over and arched my back and immediately took him into my mouth.

He reached his hand over my body to smack my ass, and I moaned around his dick and began sucking it.

AFTERWARDS

“I hate you.” I told Khalil while my eyes were closed. When he nutted, it went right in my fucking eye. It was hurting so bad. “Hurry up!”

“You want me to do it or—”

I cut him off after using my hands to find the towel he had in his hands and snatched it from him and started wiping my face off.

“Snatching shit with your eyes closed like you can see it is crazy.” He said.

“I got it though, right? Okay then.” I said, and once I felt okay to open my eyes again, I did.

Never again. I hated when he did that shit. One time I thought I got pink eye ‘cause my eye was red as fuck afterwards.

I laid down on the bed, and he just looked at me.

“What you doing?” He questioned me.

“Um, going to sleep?” I responded.

“We not done.” He said, and I immediately turned up my face. If he think we finna go another round, he’s out of his mind.

“Yeah. Right.” I said before turning over and shutting my eyes. We’ll see about that.

“Yari, get up.” He sat down next to me.

“No. Now go away.” I waved him off.

Eventually, he left me alone, and I went right to sleep.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

“Why we here?” I looked over at Khalil as he parked in front of Nadia’s house.

“She needed a ride.” He said before pulling out his phone.

“It’s cars in the driveway. Somebody else could’ve took her.” I mumbled before sitting back.

“If somebody else could’ve took her, why the fuck would I be here? Quit being dumb and lose your attitude.” He went on.

He said we was going to Chipotle. This wasn’t no fucking Chipotle. And he knew to not tell me because I wasn’t going to wanna come.

“I’m hungry.” I told him.

“I’m aware.” He said, typing on his phone.

“Like right now.” I made it known.

“I know, Kiyari, damn.” He dropped his phone and looked at me. He looked mad.

Oh well, shouldn’t have lied. Now look, getting annoyed on purpose.

Before I could respond, Nadia came outside, and he unlocked the door so she could get in. She sat in the seat behind him.

“Hey, bestie.” She spoke to him.

“Wassup.” He responded back to her.

“Hey, Ki.” She greeted me as well.

“Hey.” I said. I didn’t really have an issue with her personally.

“Why the fuck you ain’t got your car?” Khalil asked her before he pulled out of his parking spot.

“Kevin crashed it.” She said. Kevin was her brother.

“Fuck he got going on.” Khalil said.

“Exactly what I said. The car wasn’t even technically mine yet, and here he go ruining stuff.” She sighed.

Khalil and Nadia became best friends before I met him. I hated that he had a girl best friend, I don’t care. Like, he be at her house and shit, and she be at his, and it just pisses me off.

But then again, I hated any girl he even looked at. I don’t know. I’m kind of territorial.

But I can’t really be because he isn’t mine to even be territorial about.

I don’t care. I’ma still get jealous. What somebody gon’ do to me? Let him fuck you like that and let’s see how you act.

Actually, don’t, ‘cause that might make me do sumn. Like, the way I wanted to do some violent shit when he told me he even got head from a bitch was insane. I wanted somebody to die that same day.

But I just sucked it up and went to go get some head too. I was thinking about Khalil the whole time though.

“Put the address in.” He handed her his phone as he drove, and she took it from him. I felt my phone vibrate and saw it was the group chat.

BIG HERO 7 🏘️

chy
khalil kiyari what is y’all doing?

layla
okay so it wasn’t just me watching their lo 😂

All in my damn business.

malachi
Ion give a fuck what nobody doing rn, y’all never on time.

tory
Black folks never on time 😂

We were supposed to be going to Malachi’s house because our group wanted to hang out since we haven’t done it for real in a while.

And Khalil was supposed to be taking me to Chipotle first and lied.

we coming, we taking Nadia somewhere

malachi
I don’t care, hurry up

chy
mmmmm

My phone dinged again, meaning I had got a text, so I clicked out of the group chat and saw Chyna text me separately.

chy
why you in the car w her?

i’m not the one driving girl 😂

idc, why is you in the car w an opp? like 🙄

she not yo mfn opp 😭😭 it’s one-sided chy

idgaf if it was upside down. u weird !!!

She’s so delusional. She don’t like Nadia for nothing. Well, she don’t like her for something, but it’s not valid. I be tryna tell her it don’t be that serious, but she don’t listen, and I’m not gonna keep telling her the same shit.

If she wanna have beef with somebody who don’t give a fuck about her, that’s on her.

Instead of responding back, I just left her on read and locked my phone. Ian have time.

We had dropped Nadia off at her boyfriend’s house, and now we were on our way to get Chipotle.

I always get what I want. He know better.

“Do you want me to come in with you?” I asked him after he parked the car in front of the restaurant.

“You don’t got to. I know what you want.” He took off his seatbelt.

“You better come back here with everything right about my bowl. I’m not even playing.” I warned him.

“Girl.” He chuckled. “I got it.”

“Mhm.” I looked him up and down.

“Gimme kiss.” He leaned over, and I turned my lips to the side and put on a thinking face.

“No. You were being rude to me earlier.” I pointed out.

“And before that, I fucked you good. So I deserve a kiss.” He told me.

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes and gave him a kiss on his cheek, and he just stared at me. “What?”

“I’m finna punch you.” He told me. He’s definitely not getting a kiss now. There’s no need for violence.

“Mwah, no kiss.” I said, and right after that, he snatched my face and brought it closer to kiss and pecked my lips repeatedly, and eventually I kissed him back.

“Mhm. You know who not to play with.” He said after pulling away, and I just rolled my eyes again.

“Go get my food!”

He mumbled something under his breath and then got out the car and walked into the restaurant. I saw he left the keys in.

I should leave his ass here to think about his actions since he wanna mumble under that hot ass breath of his.

Fucking bastard.

I heard a dinging sound and saw he had left his phone in here as well. I picked it up out of the cup holder and saw a message from an unsaved number.

(248) –*
are you coming over tn or no?

“Oh bitch.” I spoke to myself because I realized it was the same number from earlier when I had his phone.

Somebody coming over, but it won’t be him.

I didn’t know his password, but it didn’t matter because when I had it earlier, before I started tweaking about what I saw, I put my Face ID on it.

Oh well.

I sat back in my seat and texted the girl back. I didn’t know who she was, but I just knew her name because he said it in the messages. I tried to find her Instagram, but I couldn’t ‘cause he didn’t follow her, and just searching up her name did nothing.

I wanted to see who the fuck this bitch was because how could he ever be entertaining somebody other than me as if I’m not the baddest bitch walking?

What’s yo address again?

If she reply with the address, I’ma tweak.

(248) –*
2188 Iroquois Ave.

Bye.

I took out my own phone and typed the address down in my notes and went back on his and deleted the message I sent and the message she sent of her address.

I went into the recently deleted and deleted it out of there too.

I sat his phone back down in the cup holder and decided to text the separate group chat that just had me, Chy, Layla, and Samaria in it.

4/4 💗
Today 5:38 PM

so basically somebody abt to die 😂😂

layla
who??

chy
???

samaria
lord

bc earlier i saw some btc in khalil phone & we got into it and he was like why do it matter cause i’m not his btc

chy
wdf

layla
that’s weird 😭😭 he always bring that up when you catch him doing sumn

chy loved “that’s weird 😭😭 he always bring that up when you catch him doing sumn”

exactly nd he just left his phone in the car & she texted him again asking is he coming over later

i texted her back acting like him and asked what’s her address and she sent it

samaria
yari that’s so insane

layla
what was the address?

chy
who is she?

idk who she is i just know her name is Yasmine & she stay on Iroquois

layla
i hope you not tb Yasmine that’s Dee lil sister 😂😂😂

samaria
dee that just died?

layla
yes 😭 that’s the only mf named yas that be over there that ik of cause she do nails n shit

chy
ikyfl that btc did my hair befo

dawgggg 😂😂😂😂😂

layla
layla
this her

yeah he gmfu 😂😂. i’m pulling up at that address idgnf

chy
bestie 😭😭 ionk bout dat

layla
me either, just let him have it atp

no 😂😂😂.

samaria
kiyari pls

Not letting him have shit. ‘Cause now he REALLY playing in my face. I locked my phone back ‘cause I knew it was just finna be them disagreeing with me, and I had already made my mind up when I texted her ass from his phone.

I waited for a while, and Khalil got back in the car, and he had my food and sat it down on my lap.

“Fuck wrong with yo face?” He asked me because I had a mug. I can pretend nothing is wrong, but my face can’t.

“Nothing. You just took too long.” I replied. I didn’t even check and see if my food was right ‘cause I was so annoyed.

“Mhm.” He started the car and then pulled out of his parking space, going towards Malachi’s house.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” Samaria said as she made a left onto ole girl street.

“Well, you done drove her this far, so it’s too late for that.” Layla said.

“Because I wasn’t finna let her come over here by herself.” Samaria spoke in a duh tone.

I told them if they didn’t wanna come, I was just gone go by myself. I knew for a fact Khalil wasn’t gon’ tell me what I needed to know, so I wanted to get it from the source.

Which was Yasmine.

“This is unnecessary. Just get a new nigga, Yari.” Chyna said to me, and I snapped out of my thoughts.

“No.” I responded.

“He didn’t lie, you not his girl. This is crazy.” Chyna said, and I shrugged my shoulders.

It’s very evident that I wasn’t gonna leave Khalil alone. Nothing else he did ever did damage enough for me to actually leave him alone. But I knew he was doing something with this girl, and the messages wasn’t giving shit because they were mostly on the phone.

I’ve never seen this girl a day in my damn life. She don’t even go to our school, she go to another one.

But him and Dee was cool, so that’s probably how he knew her. I just wanted to know.

Samaria pulled up to the house and parked the car.

We had left the boys at Malachi’s house ‘cause they was too occupied doing other shit, so we just told them we were going to the store.

“Well. We here, I guess.” Samaria took off her seatbelt.

Just me and Chy were gonna go up to the door. If four bitches was outside your door, you would be thinking you was finna get jumped or sumn, and that wasn’t even what I was on.

I just wanted answers.

Me and Chyna got out of the car while Samaria and Layla stayed inside.

“If I don’t like this idea, then sumn must be wrong. You know I be ready with everything.” Chyna told me.

“I don’t care. I just wanna know who she is.” I said.

“If you came all this way to ask her, I think you know who she is, Yari.” She told me, and I ignored her and knocked on the door.

It took a minute before some boy came to the door. He had a blunt in his hand and scrunched up his face when he opened the door.

“Who y’all?” He mugged us.

Okay, bitch.

“I’m looking for Yasmine.” I said. He looked at us for a while before he called for her.

“YAS! Somebody at the door for you.” He said and turned to us. “She coming.”

It took a second for her to come to the door, but once she did, she looked at us, and confusion took over her face.

“Yeah?” She said in a soft-spoken voice.

She was pretty as fuck, I give her that. I can’t even hate.

I was about to say something, but I couldn’t, and Chyna noticed, so she spoke for me.

“You fuck with Khalil or no?” Chyna crossed her arms, and Yasmine’s face went straight.

“Who asking?” She asked.

“Us? Do you? I don’t have time for the runaround.” Chyna said.

“I do. That’s my boyfriend. Who are y’all?” She looked in between us.

I swear I felt my heart drop.

“Boyfriend?” I turned up my face.

“Yes? We just got together though, so.” She said. “Still not telling me who you are.”

Lol.

I really didn’t even know what to say. I wasn’t his girlfriend or nothing, just like he said. So what was I really supposed to say?

“His friend.” I said. “I’m Kiyari.”

“Ohhhh. You his ex?” She asked.

His who?

“Ex is crazy.” Chyna shook her head.

“He told you that?” I asked her, and she nodded.

“Yeah. I had saw a picture of you in his phone, and he said you was his ex. I didn’t really care ‘cause we wasn’t together then, but.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m not his ex.” I corrected her. “But if that’s your boyfriend, check him ‘cause he lied. I’m not his ex, we be fucking.” I said truthfully.

It wasn’t a point of beating around the bush.

Her face softened up once I said that, and she looked taken back.

“And that wasn’t him texting you asking for your addy, that was me because I had his phone.” I continued. “I just wanted to know who you were ‘cause I saw you in his phone too, and I guess you just answered my questions, so. My bad for coming to your house and all.”

She didn’t say nothing. She just nodded her head, and I grabbed Chyna, and we walked back to the car.

Once we got in, Samaria and Layla asked us what happened, but I didn’t tell them. I let Chy do it because I knew that if I started talking about it, I might’ve started crying.

And it get violent as fuck once I start crying.