“What the hell you think you doing?” He called from the door.
“I’m about to take a shower. What does it look like?”
“Nah, you not about to climb in the shower then go to sleep like nothing happened. What the fuck was that shit back at the parking lot?”
Yanna released a deep sigh, not wanting to engage in what she knew would be an argument. She’d gotten pretty tipsy in the parking lot, and her inebriated state only heightened on the long drive to Kas’ home.
“You mean you pulling up and overreacting over nothing?”
“So, you being all hugged up with a nigga, posting him on your IG is nothing? You act like it would be a crime to post me on yo shit, but that nigga can go on there?”
“I posted a picture of his watch, not him. You did the most for absolutely no reason.”
“That shit wasn’t for no reason. Yo hoe ass knew exactly what the fuck you was doing! Like, damn, I thought we agreed to squash the dumb shit.”
“We did, but then I came to my senses.”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means exactly what I said, Kasra. You and that Yasmine bitch! Got broads that don’t even know me speaking on my situation with you.”
“Relationship.”
“What?”
“Got broads speaking on ourrelationship, not situation. Fuck those bitches anyway. Because some random broads was talking shit, you decide to be a fucking hoe?”
“Stop calling me a hoe!”
“Calling it like I see it, Yanna Boo.”
“Fuck you, Kas. What does it matter to you what I do anyway? You are not my nigga.”
Pushing himself from the wall, Kas closed the space between him and Yanna, gripping her chin in his hand. “The fuck did I tell you about that shit?”
“Just calling it like I see it,” she mocked him, knocking his hand from her chin. “All in your feelings about me talking to my friend, but you’ve been lying to me from the very beginning!”
“You always bringing up that old shit! Can you live in the fucking present? I’m trying to do right, trying to be the kind of nigga you need, and all you do is dwell in the past.”
“Because that was enough. Fool me once, shame on me, but you fool me once I can’t be fooled again.”
Kas’ brows scrunched, knowing he’d heard that statement before. “You really in here quoting George Bush to me? I should slap yo dumb ass.”
“Don’t make me laugh.”
“You love trying me. Got niggas approaching me to shoot the one, but I’m supposed to believe y’all not fucking?”
“You’re the one that pulled up looking for a fight. Don’t put that shit on me when you started it.”
“Answer my fucking question.”
“No, I’m not fucking him! And if I was fucking him, it wouldn’t be your business.”
Startled, Yanna stepped back when Kas sealed the void between them once more. The expression etched on his delicate features was menacing. He advanced with one step forward each time she backpedaled.
“Nigga, every fucking thing you do, every breath you take, every fucked up ass decision you make is my business. You know why?”
“Why?” Yanna questioned barely above a whisper.
