Page 5 of Breaking the Rules
“I hope mad enough to whip that bitch’s ass!” Lawryn stated.
“I did and his,” Savanhi shared matter-of-factly. “At the end of the day, both of them owed me loyalty.”
“That nigga hit you back?” Zayden asked, camera still paused.
“He flung me off him, but I’m fine. I just…” There went the pain, stabbing her in the back with a rusty, jagged knife. Tear swelled in her eyes. “Why would they do that to me?”
“Because they are fucked up and today is just the day you caught them. They’ve been doing this shit behind your back. Smiling in your face and fuckin’ your man is some scum of the earth type shit.”
“He still there?” Zayden asked.
“No, he ran off somewhere,” Savanhi sniffled.
“Aight. Law, go get her. I don’t want that nigga coming back. I’ll hit y’all in a few.” Zayden didn’t give either woman a chance to respond before he left the FaceTime call.
“Savanhi, don’t you dare cry over that bum ass wannabe dope boy nigga. Or that hoe ass Janiyah. For one, you’re too pretty for that. Two, they ain’t worth your tears.”
“I just don’t get it. Like what did I do to them?” Savanhi sniffled, the hurt settling into her chest. “Like what didn’t I do?”
“You did everything, and that’s the damn problem! You are so good to people who don’t deserve shit from you. You giving that nigga pussy and he’s sharing his dick with the next bitch, hell no! You giving her a roof to stay under, and she’s in your space betraying you. To hell with both of them. Stop that damn crying,” Lawryn instructed. “Wipe your face, pack a bag, I’m coming to get you.”
“I’m not going out with you, Law. I’m going to lay on your couch and have a pity party,” Savanhi huffed, pushing her hair out of her face. “Plus, my back hurts. He flung me hard as shit.”
“Tonight, we drink, cuss and if you want to ride the streets looking for his bitch ass, that’s what we’re going to do. But tomorrow, we’re going out because I have an exclusive invite and I get to bring a plus one.”
“So I’m an afterthought?”
“Girl, shut the hell up,” Lawryn sassed. “You know, when I do my prowling, I go solo.”
“Who is the man you got trippin’ over you this month?”
“This month and next, bitch. Watch your mouth talking to me,” Lawryn stated with a soft giggle. “Sincere is hosting a pool party for his friend.”
Savanhi curled her lip. “Ride solo. I’m going to sleep the days away until I have to go to work.”
“No, you’re coming. You get over one by getting under another.”
Savanhi rolled her eyes. “That worked for you? Trill goes to prison, and you hook up with some random nigga?”
“Trill and I were over long before he went to prison because he couldn’t keep his dick to himself. I don’t share if we locked in. Plus, this guy’s been applying some pressure.”
“For how long? Until he goes on another tour?”
Lawryn rolled her eyes. “You act like I’m looking for a nigga to love me. That’s you, not me. I’m just having a good time. You should have one too. When is your next shift at Tempt?”
“Saturday night.”
“When is your next class?”
“Monday, when I have more money to cover the time.”
“Hmm,” Lawryn buzzed. “Then tomorrow, I help you get some dick so you can knock the edge off and move on. How long has it been since you really gave that nigga some?”
“Not since…you know. Not like I haven’t wanted it, he just didn’t want me. And now I know why.”
“Cut it out. That nigga couldn’t afford all that you are on his best day. Now, poke your chest out, you’re her, act like it! I’m leaving the shop, I’ll be there in a minute.”
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