Page 27 of Drill Session

“Lucky knows when shit like this happens, we have to share you. I stood right there behind you and watched you say those vows. Let’s not forget the hell you put me through, in college,” I teased her. With a loud cackle, she flung her head against the head rest because she knew I was telling the truth. Lucky and Jalisa were like oil and water in college, and I always played the middleman in the midst of their drama. Now she was returning the favor.

“See, that’s just like an ‘ole grimy ass bitch, to bring up some old shit.” We shared a heartfelt laugh, before I backed up so she could back out of my driveway.

“Call me when you make it home!” I yelled out after her.

When her car disappeared down the street, I trekked back inside the house and locked the door after me and set my alarm. For a good Friday night, I was in the house, posing as a homebody. =I’m much more relaxed and chilled. I’d settled over munching on a bowl of popcorn, watching reruns ofThe Parkerswhile sipping on a nice glass of red wine.

Sometimes, I get a little lonely, but before Drill, I was used to the other side of the bed feeling chilly at night, so I became accustomed to the single life and doing single shit. Most of my life surrounds me and I don’t have to dial in to a nigga about dinner plans or having to check in about my whereabouts and coming home late. Drill made me fall hard for him and I was ready to risk those minor lifestyle changes for him, all for love. Only for him to sweep those moments from under my feet and bury the hatchet, leaving me nothing to feed off of but my emotions. I gave him my body and I don’t regret it not one bit, but I didn’t expect to fall for him so drastically. The night before Christmas, I vaguely remember asking him, with a heavy heart and a soaking wet pussy,“What if one of us catches feelings?”and his answer was simple,“Then if that’s the case we’ll revisit this conversation. You don’t have to worry about me hurtin’ you, Princess.”But he did the opposite, he fucking hurt me. His cocky ass, nonchalant attitude was a turn on with him using it against me as an armor, I hate it now, and I hate him more.

I grabbed the bowl of ice cream off the kitchen counter and placed it in the sink. My kitchen was kept spotless, and I hated going to bed with a sink full of dirty ass dishes, despite it not being a lot right now, I still filled the sink with bleach and hot water so I could wash them before going to bed. Besides crying and sobbing over Drill, today drained the fuck out of me. I wanted to soak in the tub and wash all this hurt off me if that was possible. Come Monday, I’ll be back at work, teaching my students, doing what I love and while I did enjoy the getaway, nothing beats coming back to school and seeing my babies cute faces.

Once I washed the dishes, I made sure to wipe off the counters and turn off the kitchen light before exiting it, then I headed upstairs and called it a night. All day, I’ve been walking around wearing a moo moo from Walmart. It was decorated in hearts and the mixed matched socks on my feet made me look throwed away. My hair was in a messy bun, wrapped up with a scrunchy. I felt the coolness from the hardwood floors through my fuzzy.

Ding Dong!

The doorbell chimed making me raise my brows inquisitively before walking over to the door. I knew it was Jalisa’s forgetful ass, so I didn’t bother looking through the blinds to see who it was. The Vivient security camera system made me feel protected and whenever someone was at my door, my phone alerted me first, but the camera was on the kitchen counter and the other one was in my bedroom on the nightstand.

I talked my shit as I opened the door, after walking downstairs. “I knew you’d forget?—"

Musky cologne evaded my nostrils, and my heart sank to my ass. His brooding expression met my eyes first, but his third leg caught my attention immediately after. It was sitting nicely in the gray sweatpants resting on his thigh, minding its business. When our eyes met, my knees buckled and I wanted to fall into his arms and smash my head against his chest, just so he could drape his strong arms around me and caress me. He looked so fucking good, even dressed in some simple attire. The black pullover fit snug on him, but not too snug, only enough that his muscles were on display if he flexed him. His herculean shoulders were broad under the pullover putting any nigga to shame who thought they looked good in one. The black Nike Air Force ones looked clean and not all bent up. He told me once before that Air Force Ones aren’t good anymore after three wears. To me, theory wasn’t that serious to test it, but Drill had an impeccable shoe game, and I never caught him wearing the same pair of shoes more than once. The VVS diamond studs in his ears matched the custom bottom VVS diamond grill in his mouth. When he tilted his head to look down at me, his hair peeked under the hood. I knew he’d just the barbershop because the line up was fresh and crisp. He hated when his beard grew out because he said it made him look rough, so to keep a polished look he got his hair cut every week—every Saturday to be exact.

“You gone let me in or what Princess,” he muttered.

He was good and high. The corner of his eyes was blood shot red.

I crossed my arms over my breasts and rolled my neck. “For what? Don’t nothing in this house belong to you.”

He did a sly grin and poked me in the stomach. “Akira, stop fucking playin’ with me girl.”

Standing my guard, I repositioned myself and poked my hip out. “Do I look like a joke to you? Why would I be playin’ Martavious and why are you here?”

“You know why the fuck I’m here,” he mocked me, mimicking my tone. “I texted you and told you I’m coming to get my gym bag. I’ve been meaning to come by and pick it up.”

“You’re blocked. I haven’t been getting your texts.”

“Fuck I look like boo boo the fucking fool? I know my way around the system. I been sending my shit as a text message, you can still get SMS messages bruh,” he glowered.

Drill was right, I was still getting his text messages, but I wasn’t responding to them.

“It’s rude to show up unannounced at someone’s house,” I stepped aside so he could enter and closed the door after him. “You need to hurry up and leave because I’m expecting company tonight,” I lied.

He chortled and staggered to the garage where his gym bag was. “Yeah, ‘ight,” I heard him mutter.

Instead of following him, I sat on the living room couch with my blanket and wrapped it around me and pretended to engross my attention in my phone, switching between apps I had no interest in right now.

“It’s cold as fuck outside and you want to play around and shit.” He appeared back in the living room, invading my space, permeating his presence, walking with a big dick limp, like it was heavy and weighing him down. His Nike gym tote bag was in tow, draped over his broad shoulder. Drill staggered over to me and stood in front of me. Glancing past my iPhone, his shoes appeared into view, triggering my annoyance.

“What nigga bold enough to come over here, knowing you fuckin’ with America’s Most Wanted?” My eyes peered up to see that sexy ass cocky smirk.

“The kind that’ll shake the boat if he has to,” I lied.

He grinned and pinched the bridge of his nose. In one swift motion, I exhaled, releasing a deep breath as he wrapped his hand around my neck and applied gentle force with a menacing scowl graced his handsome face.

“I done showed the last nigga I’m treacherous and the peon ass nigga before that. I’m sure word got around that he fumbled the ball, no pun intended, when it came to you. Fuck I look like runnin’ from a nigga when you got a track record of fuckin’ with simp ass niggas anyway,” he grimaced.

“I really fucking hate you,” I spat, without an ounce of regret.

He bent down, the tote bag still draped around his other arm. The tip of his nose touched mine and when he parted his suckable lips to speak, I smelled the double mint chewing gum permeating on his tongue.

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