Because.
“We both know that I’m not doing that.” “And why not?”
“Because you never loved me, and now you gotta move like you hate me?”
“You know that’s not true. I just…I just don’t do messy. I know our history…and it’s best that I keep my distance. Keep the peace.”
“Scared that I’ll fuck the shit out of you? Make you cum and squirt all over my stomach, huh?”
“Too Low,” She whined.
“Too Low,” I mimicked. “You don’t even know what type of nigga you fucking with over there. Talking about you don’t do messy. Meanwhile, this nigga just pulled over here thirty cars deep.”
“Who?” She questioned with urgency. “Face’s bitch ass.”
“What?”
“Yeah. Nigga pulled up to tell me that I don’t need to call you.”
“And what did you say?”
“That he got me fucked up. Then I popped ‘im in the mouth.” “Really? What the fuck? I don’t know why would he go over
there—”
“Nah. You know exactly why. Cause all this bullshit is messy. We aint been broken up long enough for you to have twins, Babi. Some overlapping happened somewhere. You had to be on the phone, swearing that you love a nigga, while you was fucking that nigga. And now, you wanna act like this was a fucking regular breakup. Like you didn’t shit on everything we had.
Like you didn’t break my fucking heart.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I swear to God, I am.”