Page 112 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

“Kyron!” I blurted out.

That nigga had the nerve to step back and smile at me.

“Yeah, baby girl, wussup with you?”

I looked at Ari, Denise, and Raven, then back at him with pure disgust.

“Nigga, you need to watch where the fuck you stepping.”

“My fault, shorty. I was just caught up staring at you. I miss you, boo.”

“You been doin’ some clown ass shit. Why the fuck would I be worried about you?”

Kyron raised a brow. “What are you talkin’ about?”

“Cut it out. Don’t pretend like you weren’t throwing trash at my door. Now you want to act like you magically ran into me.”

“Baby girl…I didn’t trash your crib. What the fuck?”

I tilted my head. “After I banged on you and told you I had a nigga, you didn’t trash my shit?”

Kyron shook his head with a slight smirk. “Nah, noo, talk to ya MAN about that.”

He walked around us and left me standing there confused.

“Don’t worry about that,” Ari said, trying to focus my attention elsewhere.

I nodded. “Yeah, but if he didn’t do the shit,” I said, getting into Raven's car, “then who did?”

Once we got back to my crib, we each took turns in the bathroom getting ourselves together. I was there, but the whole time my mind was stuck on Kyron and what he said.

“Stop it,” Denise said, walking into my room.

“What?” I asked, stepping back from the mirror.

“You are thinkin’ bout Kyron.”

I tried to play it off, but Denise knew me better than anybody.

“I'm tryin’, but that shit is weird.”

She nodded. “It is, but you know what’s weirder? Him admitting to it.”

I smirked. “You are right.”

“Don’t let a clown ass nigga with no window for his pot or his piss fuck up ya vibe.”

I laughed. “You’re right, I’ma snap outta it.”

Ari and Raven finished getting dressed, and once we were all standing together, Kyron wasn’t on my mind anymore.

“You ready to go see ya man?” Raven asked.

I didn’t even mean to, but I felt myself smiling hard as hell. “Yes, I am!”

We walked out and got in the car, and my energy picked right back up. Ari lit a blunt, Raven turned up the music, and we twerked and rapped the whole ride to Brooklyn.

By the time we pulled up, the music was already hitting outside. Lights, people, and cars lining the streets were exactly what I expected for Rosama’s party.