Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
TRUE
Amirya’s pretty ass is on fucking one. I can’t even trip because I played a part in this shit. I know she’s feeling some type of way because I got home late as fuck last night.
I wasn’t planning to stay out late; it just happened. A nigga really be out here handling business. I ain’t thinking about no bitch because I know Amirya is crazy as fuck, and I don’t want those types of problems.
My Shawty was doing the fucking most last night. I didn’t react, though. I could’ve, but I let Amirya get hers in. Amirya kept tossing and turning all night, pulling the covers off me. I didn’t say shit because I already knew what kind of time she was on.
I know Amirya is still in her feelings because she didn’t cook breakfast for me this morning. I check the time on my AP. It’s a little after 9 am, and by now Amirya would have my breakfast ready.
I don’t smell shit. My stomach is on E. We’ve got to talk sooner rather than later. My phone starts buzzing on my nightstand. Fuck… It’s Simmy. It’s too early for his shit, too. He’s the reason I’m in the fucking doghouse as we speak.
Simmy-
What’s good, nigga?
Me-
Shit, y’all niggas set me up. Amirya is in her fucking bag.
Simmy-
Lies, how did we set you up, nigga?
Me-
Y’all send me to the club. Imagine going to the club and not being able to party and bullshit, nigga. Everything Bra told us checked out. I saw Chauncey exchanging words with those lil niggas. The lil bitch was chilling in the cut behind Chauncey the whole time.
Simmy-
Good looking out; you should’ve given Amirya the heads-up.
Me-
I should’ve.
Simmy-
What’s the plan for today?
Me-
I’m finna holla at Amirya about swinging by the clinic. I’ll get up with y’all niggas by 12:00 pm.
Simmy
-Cool… I’m finna hit up Coop… I’ll see you later, nigga, and apologize to Amirya.
Me-
I’m about to.