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He scowls. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me? And you believe that dumb shit?”
“You want that bitch, you can have her. I’m not tolerating this shit from her or any other bitch. And I’m not tolerating you fucking bitches behind my back!”
“Whoa, whoa. Hold up. Wait? You think I’m fucking her?”
I huff, folding my arms tightly over my chest. “Aren’t you?”
His gaze narrows. “Hell no. I don’t want her ass. I can’t believe you’d ask me some shit like that. And I can’t fuckin’ believe you’d accuse me of creepin’ on you. What the fuck, yo.” He shakes his head in disbelief.
“Then why is that bitch telling me otherwise, huh?”
“Because she’s fuckin’ crazy! You said it yourself. And now she has you effen buggin.” He shakes his head again, frustration etched over his handsome face. “And now you’re acting just as fuckin’ crazy as she is.”
I snarl. “Oh, so now I’m the crazy one here? Well, mighty funny she seems to be making a whole lot of sense to me.”
“Will you listen to yourself, yo. I mean really? Are you hearing yourself right now?”
Several tense seconds tick by as we eye each other before Marcel says, “I need you to hold it together. Why are you letting this chick get up in your head, blacking out, acting like some jealous lover?”
“Do I need to be jealous?”
“Are you effen kidding me right now?”
“Has she still been calling you?”
He blinks. “Excuse me?”
I tilt my head. “I asked has…that…bitch…called you?”
He takes a deep breath. “Yeah. A few times.”
“And did you go see her behind my back?”
A look of surprise registers on his face. “Yeah. To get her to fall the fuck back; that’s it.”
“And you gave that bitch a check!” I crumble it in my hand, then throw it in his face.
He frowns. “I gave her that check to bounce, period.”
I tsk. “Well, we see how well that worked out. Don’t we?”
“I just wanted her gone. She told me if I came to see her and brought her a check, she’d fall back.”
I give him a yeah-right-tell-me-anything look. Right now I am so drunk with disgust that all I am hearing in my ear is, “I fucked him. I fucked him. He fucked me. He fucked me. We fucked. We fucked…I’m pregnant…I’m pregnant…”
I give him an incredulous look. “And you believed her?”
He shrugs. “I didn’t know what else to do, aiight. I wanted to.”
“So you sneak off to see that bitch for some clandestine meeting, then expect me to believe you didn’t run off to fuck her!”
He gives me a frustrated look. “Marika, c’mon now. What the fuck, man? No. I didn’t fuck her. Don’t turn this shit into more than it is.”
I scoff. “?‘Don’t turn this shit into more than what it is’? Oh, give me a damn break, MarSell. You’ve done a fine job of doing that on your own.
He scowls. “Yo, listen. That broad coming here was outta pocket, but you’re fuckin’ buggin’ now. I—”
Before he can get the rest of his words out, I am up on him.
