Alexia Greenwood
I couldn’t believe this nigga was really putting me out with nowhere to go. And over a bitch who wasn’t even his at that. The fact that he had recorded me and Amani fucking was still blowing my mind, too.
I sucked in a deep breath before walking down the hallway toward the bedroom. As soon as I twisted the knob and realized it wasn't moving, my whole face tightened. This nigga really locked me out.
“Marvin!” I shouted, banging against the door. “Open this damn door so I can get my stuff!”
“Nawl,” he replied from the other side, calm as hell. “You good. Ain’t shit in here for you.”
“Yes, it is,” I snapped back. “My clothes are in there.”
“All that shit staying where it’s at,” he replied. “I bought it, so it’s mine.”
My mouth flew open. I knew this nigga wasn’t serious.
“Marvin, stop playing with me.”
“Ain’t nobody playing with you,” he shot back quickly.
I stood there staring at the door, trying not to lose my shit. “So, what the fuck am I supposed to do? Where am I supposed to go? You know I don’t got nobody.”
“That sounds like a personal problem,” he replied without hesitation. “Should’ve thought about all that before you did what you did.”
The way he was acting threw me off because this wasn’t the Marvin I was used to. Usually, all it took was batting my eyes, using that soft voice, and maybe acting a little sad, and the nigga folded every time.
But not tonight. Tonight, he sounded cold. Too calm, and honestly? That shit reminded me of Kyrie, which only pissed me off even more.
“Marvin, please,” I tried again, pressing my forehead against the door.
“No,” he hissed through his teeth. “Go call that nigga Amani.”
I went quiet after that because what the hell was I supposed to say?
“He doesn’t even have anywhere to stay himself,” I finally said.
“Well, damn,” Marvin replied. “Guess both of y’all fucked then, ’cause you can’t stay here.”
His voice dropped lower after that, slower.
“Now, leave before I decide to do something we both gon’ regret.”
My stomach tightened instantly. Part of me wanted to believe he meant he was going to open the door, pull me inside, and tell me he was just mad and talking shit.
But deep down, I knew better. Marvin wasn’t playing, and the crazy part was, hearing that edge in his voice should’ve scared me more than it did, but instead, it made heat crawl up my spine.
I took a shaky breath before walking toward the front door, my mind racing because I really didn’t know where the hell I was gonna go or how I was even gonna get there.
As soon as I stepped outside, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the phone he told me to leave on the counter.
Unlocking it, I quickly pulled up Sianni’s number and hit call, hoping like hell she’d answer and have some kind of solution before I completely lost myself.
I stood outside the house, wrapping my arms around myself while the phone rang against my ear. As soon as Sianni picked up, I let my voice crack just enough.
“Sianni… girl, you busy?”
I sniffled softly, laying the fake tears on thick. One thing about me: I already knew how to play on people’s emotions when I needed to.
“Nawl,” she replied, but her tone was off. Flat. “What do you want?”
I rolled my eyes at the attitude but kept my voice soft. “I was calling because Marvin put me out.”
“Oh.”
That was it.
Just, “Oh.”
My face twisted up immediately as I pulled the phone away from my ear for a second, staring at it like I had heard her wrong.
This was exactly why I couldn’t stand her ass sometimes. She walked around, acting like she was above everybody, and that shit got under my skin bad.
“What do you mean ‘oh’?” I asked, my brows pulling together. “You’re not going to ask me what happened or nothing?”
On the other end, she let out a quiet breath like I was already exhausting her.
“Alexia…” she started slowly, “what did you do?”
My jaw tightened. There she was. Always assuming I was the problem.
“Why I always gotta be the problem?” I asked, sucking my teeth.
“Because, Alexia, every time you and Marvin get into it, it’s always some shit you did,” Sianni replied. “So, what happened? What did you do?”
I rolled my eyes even though she couldn’t see me. “I ain’t do nothing. I guess the nigga on his period or something.”
I already knew I couldn’t tell her the truth. There was no way in hell I was about to let her know me and Marvin was falling apart because of her. That would ruin everything I had planned for her ass.
“I guess,” she muttered. “But what you want me to do about it?”
“I need you to call him and tell him to stop trippin’ like you always do,” I replied. “Tell him to let me back in the house.”
“Nawl,” she said. “I can’t do that.”
My brows pulled together instantly. “And why the hell not? You my best friend. That’s what my best friends are supposed to do.”
She ain’t answer right away. I heard her laugh softly, and that shit instantly rubbed me the wrong way.
“Am I really your best friend?” she finally asked.
I frowned. “Yeah. What the fuck kind of question is that?”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
My jaw tightened.
“Sianni, what the hell? You’ve been letting Kyrie get in your ear, haven’t you?”
“No,” she replied calmly. “I don’t need anybody in my ear. I’ve just been peeping shit.”
I sucked my teeth loudly. “Sianni, we all know how you get when it comes to men.”
“Bitch!” she snapped so fast it almost made me pull the phone from my ear. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I’m not nothing when it comes to men. That’s you.”
I went quiet for a second, caught off guard. Sianni ain’t never talked to me like that before. Yeah, we'd argued, but her yelling? Calling me out of my name? That wasn’t her.
That nigga was changing her.
“It means exactly what I said,” I snapped back. “You did the same shit with Amani. He’d tell you something, and suddenly everything that nigga said was law.”
She laughed again, but this time it sounded dry and tired. That only pissed me off more.
“You think this shit funny, don’t you?” I hissed. “Just wait until that nigga gets tired of your ass and runs back to Marissa.”
The second those words left my mouth, the line went dead. I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it.
“Ain’t no fuckin’ way.”
I called back immediately. And it rang, then went straight to voicemail. I tried again, and it was the same shit. That hoe had blocked me.
“Shit,” I muttered under my breath, dragging my hand over my face.
I couldn’t even lie; I had let my mouth get the best of me, again. Taking a deep breath, I pulled up Amani’s number. I already knew calling him was probably pointless, but at that moment, he was the only option I had left.
The line rang for what seemed like forever before he finally answered on the fifth ring.
“Yo.”
“Mani, where you at?” I asked.
“I’m at a hotel,” he replied. “What do you want?”
The irritation in his voice instantly pissed me off.
“What the fuck you mean, ‘what I want’?”
“Like I said, shorty, what the fuck do you want?”
“I just got put out of my damn house because of you, and you’re asking me what I want?”
He sucked his teeth hard as hell. “How the fuck do you get put out because of me?”
“Because Marvin found out about us fucking,” I shot back. “If you hadn’t kept coming onto me, I wouldn’t have folded.”
“Hoe, I never came onto you,” he replied quickly. “Yo’ ass was throwing the pussy at me, knowing I was with your best friend.”
“And you ain’t stop me, though.”
“Bitch, yes, I did,” he snapped. “But you kept playing on the fact that I felt guilty.”
My brows furrowed. “Guilty about what?”
“Don’t worry about it,” he muttered. “And I can’t help you right now, anyway. I’m trying to get my girl back.”
A laugh slipped out of me, bitter as hell. “Nigga, good luck with that. That shit ain’t never happening.”
I hung up before he could say anything else.
After that, I opened the Uber app before Marvin decided to cut my card off, too. While I waited for the ride, I started looking for a hotel somewhere close. I needed to figure out my next move because Sianni’s ass was tripping, and that hoe was way too dick whipped to even realize.
And let’s not forget that nigga Amani. He was pussy-whipped and trying to get back a hoe who never cared about him. The same hoe who just used him because of her dead-ass mama.