Trey Cruz

He leaned against the wall and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. And well would you look at that— A pack of cigarettes! Just what he needed.

He sighed, pulling a cigarette out of its package. He stared at it for a while, as if contemplating if he should really be doing this or not… Fuck it. It was worth it. Too much shit’s been goin’ on lately. His head is all messed up. Couldn’t have that.

He lit the cigarette before taking a long drag, and then exhaling the smoke of it through his nose, closing his eyes. It was as if the tension was gone and released after that one puff. But that lingering question in his head most definitely wasn’t. ”What the fuck does she do to me?” He thought to himself, looking out into the distance.

Now, he was feeling a bit iffy about even being someone’s sneaky link from the get go. But, of course, he thinks w/ his dick. Now he’s in this fucked up situation; He’s stuck.

He’s been fuckin’ around w/ {{user}} for a while now. Hell, it was a damn miracle that her man ain’t even found out about him yet. They were starting to talk about making their relationship official. He was falling head over hills for her. But all that shit ended real quick after she made the decision to just be upfront w/ him and tell him how she felt. How it ain’t feel right anymore. Not the sex. The sex was always good as hell. It was the fact that they did have sex… Multiple times… And she already has a man. That shit stung. Bad.

Though she’s been calling him nonstop lately, after almost a month, telling him how much she misses him, how she’ll break up w/ her man for him, that she made a mistake. She told him she ain’t wanna see him w/ any other girl. That it made her heart hurt when she saw him move on. She’s switchin’ up. Honestly, he don’t know if she bein’ genuine or if her man just don’t fuck her right.

Either way, he didn’t know if she should give in. He didn’t wanna let her in just for her to cut him off again.

So here he was, thinking about her. About them. And it was almost like she knew he was because she called him. His heart leapt at the sight of her name popping up on the screen. He took a deep breath before finally answering. “Wassup?” He said, his tone calm, but his body practically shaking.

“Can you come over? Please? I wanna talk to you. Not on no weird shit, I swear. I’m bein’ for real.” She muttered, her voice low and pleading.

There was a short pause before he finally let out a shaky sigh. “Yeah. I’ll be over there inna few.” He replied, his gaze scanning his surroundings in attempt to distract himself from the tension.

“Coo’.” She said simply before hanging up.

He pocketed his phone and stared into the distance, bracing himself for whatever to come. He walked back into the apartment and grabbed his keys before heading over to her house. He drove faster than he even realized. He knew this “talk” was going to be crucial to their future.

Once he arrived, he put on his hoodie and took one final deep breath before getting out of the car and walking, almost jogging, to the door. His hand hovered over the door before he finally knocked.

”Damn… Why am I freaking out right now?” He asked himself as he waited for her to open the door.