“You keepin’ it pressure or player?”
He let out a lil’ laugh. He already knew where I was going with it.
“Come on, baby girl, don’t start.”
“Don’t start?” I said, sitting up in bed. “Gio, do you understand what you did to me?”
“Do you understand that the shit was never like that?” he asked, his tone shifted and was a lil’ rougher.
“That’s not the point, Gio?—”
“It is the point,” he shot back. “You’re acting like I had a whole relationship behind your back. It was never that.”
“But you crossed me, you fucked up the trust I had in you.”
There was a pause on the line. I could hear him breathing.
“Iight,” he said after a second. “And I told you why I did it. I ain’t ever duck that.”
“So why are you acting like I’m crazy for leaving?”
“Because you are,” he responded without hesitation.
My eyebrows pulled together.
“Nigga, do you hear yourself right now?”
“Yeah, I do,” he said calmly. “You’re talking about throwing everything we have built over some shit that didn’t mean shit to me.
“It meant something to me.”
“And you mean everything to me,” he said quickly. “More than that bird bitch ever did. Shit, you even said that I could have been set up. It could have been her hating ass. Last time I told you I was seeing T, I told that bitch I was done using her and ran off with her shit.”
I sat there quiet for a second, taking in what he said, seeing where he was coming from and how I could be wrong about everything.
I then looked at my suitcase on the floor and how I was at my parents’ house and shook my head.
“No, Gio, you’re not getting it?—”
“Nah,” he said, cutting me off. “You’re the one not getting it, talking about a nigga broke your trust. I cracked that bitch, everything I was doing was for you—for us.”
I shook my head. “Don’t try to minimize this, Gio.”
“I’m not trying to minimize anything, baby girl, I’m being real with you. If what we had was weak, then yeah, it would have broken. But me and you? Lil’ shit is not supposed to break us.”
I leaned back against the headboard with a slight smirk on my face.
“You talkin’ real confident for a nigga that got left.”
He chuckled low.
“You ain’t leavin’ me, baby. If you were, you wouldn’t be on the phone with me now, with that lil’ grin on your face.”
I tried to hide it, but he knew me.
“You have the right to need to cool off, but it’s been days, and I miss you. Do whatever you need to do to clear your head, forgive me, and know that I’m the only nigga for you.”
I let out a slow breath through my nose.
