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"Aw hell naw" I said as the f***er started to bang on my door. Heading to my room I slipped on some sweatpants over my panties. 

 

                       

I started walking towards me door. Luckily, my headache was gone and I was feeling better. Hearing the voice on the other side of the door made me freeze.. I don't know if I want to answer.  

 

                       

"Mya I know you are in there just open the damn door." 

 

                       

I peeped over at the clock and it was 1:52pm. 

 

                       

"WHAT THE F*** IS YOUR PROBLEM NIGGA" I said swinging my door open ready to punch the sh*t out of Deontae. 

 

                       

"F*** you mean what's my problem. I haven't heard from you in two damn weeks" 

 

                       

"Nigga I don't have to check in with you." 

 

                       

"Mya what the hell is wrong with you." 

 

                       

"I should be asking you that. You on my damn doorstep" 

 

                       

"Why haven't I heard from you?" He toned down a little bit. 

 

                       

"Look, I don't have time for this sh*t" I said getting ready to slam my door in his face. But his hand stopped it. "Nigga move." I looked up and over his shoulders to see a few on-lookers. "You need to step you got people looking all up over here. Being nosy and sh*t." 

 

                       

"F*** them, I'm not leaving."  

 

                       

"Nigga you need to step." 

 

                       

"Step? So now I'm just some random nigga?" 

 

                       

"Exactly .. glad you're catching on." 

 

                       

"Oh, forreal?" 

 

                       

"Yea forreal." I said jerking my neck with attitude. Glad this was easing my period pains. 

 

                       

"Mya let me in, please" 

 

                       

"Hell naw" 

 

                       

"You breaking up with me?" 

 

                       

"We was never together." 

 

                       

"F*** you mean?" I mugged me. 

 

                       

"You heard me nigga." 

 

                       

"How was we never together when--" 

 

                       

I zoned out to tell myself not to punch the hell out of him. It's making me mad because I was his f***ing side b*tch.... 

 

                       

"Are you even listening to me?" 

 

                       

"No"  

 

                       

"Mya why are you acting this way?" 

 

                       

"What way?" 

 

                       

"Like a b*tch" 

 

                       

"So now I'm a b*tch?" 

 

                       

"No, but you're acting like one.." 

 

                       

"Stop there, I'm about to tell you who the b*tch is..." Stepping out on my porch and shutting my front door behind me. "You're the b*tch. How? Because you think you can have the best of both worlds. But that's not happening on my end nigga..." 

"What the hell you talking about" he stopped me in mid sentence.  

"Oh you wanna play dumb? Nigga I know all about your three year relationship. " 

His facial expression changed with let me know he knew exactly what was up.  

"Wh-What you talking you" 

"So now you stupid, stuttering,  and bad memory! ?" I said mugging him in his head. 

"Ma don't put your hands on me" 

"F*** you Deontae." 

"Whatever,  I'm out." 

"Oh now you running because I mentioned yo main b*tch! ?" 

"What b*tch  !?" 

"Does the name Diamond ring any bells? ?" He paused for a second . 

"Oh you tripping off Diamond?" He looked at me like I was stupid. 

"Nah . I'm not tripping off a damn thing. Just know I'm good on you."  

 

                       

"So you ending us because of a rumor?" 

 

                       

"Nigga we never started. And F*** a rumor I found this sh*t out first hand." 

"First hand.. What the f*** you mean!?" He said obviously angry. 

"I MET DIAMOND. " with that I slammed my door in his face. Further communication was completely unnecessary.  I didn't need or want a explanation from him. I was done with his ass. If he wanted details of me meeting Diamond. .. she would have to tell him. Because I'll be damned. 

 

Chapter Twenty-Nine 

Dre's P.o.v  

Two weeks later...  

Friday 9p.m. 

The whole gang was at my crib just chilling bumping some music.  My mans Chris was here with his fiancee TyAna. Mya's friend and my new friend, Shawna was also here. And a couple of my homies from the shops I own. A few females and a few males. The only person missing was my girl Mya. 

"How you doing Ms. TyAna" I asked rubbing her belly.  

"Im fine. You? " she smiled at her belly. 

"Sh*t, I'm straight." 

"Just straight? " she asked. 

"Yea you know me. Just laid back. Where your girl at?" I asked referring to Mya.  

"I don't even know. She said she will be here tho" 

"Alright now. You enjoy yourself. No drinks for you." 

She giggled and waved me off. 

"You heard him." Chris joined in kissing Ty on her cheeks. "You hungry? " 

"Yes. You know I am." 

He chuckled and pinched her cheeks which were a little chubby from her pregnancy.  

"What you want?" 

"Doesn't matter." 

Chris got up and headed for the kitchen to serve his girl. 

"That nigga has changed. .. A lot." 

I said remembering how Chris used to run game on females. And not given a f*** about them. 

"I'll take the credit for that." 

"Props to you."  

"Had to put that ass in check. " 

"Looks like he was the one putting things in check." referring to her belly.  

She laughed and I chuckled a little.  

"DTB !" She said and started laughing harder.  

"What?" 

"Nothing boy nothing.." 

"Yea ok." 

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