I had dealt with more than enough drama behind him, and he wasn’t even my nigga; shit, he wasn’t even somebody that I was having sex with. I didn’t have to deal with his shit, and I wouldn’t. “What’s up Garrick, did you need Blue to find you a clue? Because I have clearly been forwarding your calls,” I said with my hands on my hips, waiting for him to speak. I was so over these lying ass niggas. Was it that hard to just keep it 100 these days? Niggas felt like they had to just tell a bitch anything, but didn’t understand that keeping it real made things a lot easier. I mean, it wasn’t like he and I were in a relationship, so if he had some other shit gong on, then he should have kept it real with me and gave me the choice of wanting to keep dealing with his ass. Ricky shuffled his feet a little as he looked in my face. I let out an exasperated breath, getting impatient with his ass. “Are you going to respond or just continue to stare at me like an idiot?”
