tried to dump me and your little gangster friend was all in our business,” Kris said.
“Well first off, I did break up with you last night. Second, that was not your first time seeing Kiyan. So the fact that you decided that you would snap last night is not okay.”
“What am I apologizing for Brielle? Ever since we’ve been going out you’ve acted like you were in a relationship with Kiyan and not me. You went to basketball games with him; you went and let him meet your mom. Your friends are extra cool with him and barely even know me.”
“I hang out with Kiy like I would with any other friend. He met my mother because we ran into her while we were all out. My friends are extra cool with him because they date his friends. That’s beyond me. You try to act like your so much better than them, and they don’t like that shit.” Brielle started getting agitated.
“That is not true. We can make this work Brielle don’t give up.”
“I’m through pretending. I can’t do it anymore,” Brielle said.
“Pretending? How are we pretending?”
“Why would we keep pretending when there's nothing there? You know it, I know it and anybody who sees us knows that,” Brielle sighed.
Kris stood up and grabbed Brielle’s arm. Looked her in the eyes and slowly said, “I hate wasting my time, and I feel like you have wasted my time these last two months.”
“Kris get your hands off me,” Brielle screamed.
“Or what?” Kris asked getting bold.
“Or I’m going to give you the ass whopping I should of gave you last night,” Kiyan said walking into the room.
“Kiy what are you doing here,” Brielle asked.
“I left my phone in the bathroom last night, so I came to get my phone. I couldn’t call you because my shit was here. I knocked on the door, but no answer and you left the door unlocked. But I’m glad I had to come over here,” Kiyan said looking at Kris. “Take your hands off her.”
“I’m not scared of you Kiyan,” Kris said looking a Kiyan.
“Well you should be. I’m that dude your mother warned you to stay away from.”
Turning to Brielle, Kris began, “so this the kind of shit your into huh? Want to be thug.”
“Yo how many times am I gone say this, ain’t shit want to be about me. Keep it up and I’m going to show yo ass just how real this shit is,” said Kiyan stepping a little closer to Kris.
“Look this shit is not happening in my house. Now Kris I asked you to leave, so take your damn hands off of me and if you put them on me again you will regret it,” sneered Brielle she was pissed to the 10th power.
“You know what I’ll leave, but this shit is definitely not over you can believe that shit” with that Kris tried to walk out the room but was stopped by Kiyan fist connecting to his mouth. This was the second night in a row that Kris wanted to threaten Kiyan and he was going to make sure this was the last damn time.
“Oh my God, Kiyan!” yelled Brielle.
“If you ever come anywhere near her again I’ll kill you. Don’t speak, text, or call her ever again. If you see her in the street turn around and go the other damn way. You think I’m some punk ass nigga off the street, but I guarantee you fuck with her, and I’ll show your ass just how much of a real gangsta I am,” Kiyan whispered in Kris ear to were Bri couldn’t hear.
“Kiyan stop, just let him go”
“You sure know how to pick them don’t you Brielle, this is who you chose over me!” yelled Kris straightening his self up. He could still feel the blood filling his mouth
“Kris just go and please lose my number in the process,” a defeated Brielle sighed.
Once he was out the house and pulled off Brielle went and locked the door. Walking back in the living room she can see that Kiyan was still pissed from the way he kept pacing back and forth.
“Kiy, you know you didn’t have to hit him, all of that wasn’t even… ” Brielle started.
“Wait so you’re going to stand there and take up for him like he some innocence ass bystander?” asked Kiy interrupting her.
“No I didn’t say that so don’t put words in my mouth”
“Then what are you saying Bri, you know what never mind I’m