This was some bullshit. I was at Casey's spot dropping her off at home, after all of us basically got kicked out we went to Sarai's to clean her and Casey up and make sure they were good.

"I can't believe this shit happened. You know this is you and Chris' fault?" she whined as she looked herself over in her mirror.

I was seated on her bed as I quickly looked up at her confused, "what?" I questioned with an attitude. Sarai and her started that shit, Chris and I didn't tell them to say shit so I was taken aback by her statement. "How the fuck this our fault?" I asked.

She looked at me, mad as fuck, like I was crazy for questioning it, "if you two wouldn't have fucked with them to begin with this shit —" I quickly cut her off, "don't even try that shit. You brought that shit on yourself, you and Sarai. Ain't nobody tell you or her to open y'all mouth. Matter of fact Chris said it multiple times for y'all to chill but that fell on deaf ears. Them bitches weren't even thinking about y'all until y'all popped off."

She quickly snapped back, "are you seriously defending those bitches right now? And blaming us?" She asked as she pointed at herself.

"I'm not defending nobody but be real Casey, don't try to play victim with this shit. I told you what was up and you ran your mouth about it, for what? To one up her? Like you wasn't already up one cause I was sitting there with you! You should have stayed out of that shit. If Sarai wanted to get her ass beat that was on her. But it was no need for you to start shit too."

She rolled her eyes, sitting down on the opposite side of her bed, she was looking at me mad as fuck but I didn't give a fuck cause I was mad that she even let that shit slip out her mouth. We just sat there in silence with Aria's words running through my head, a bet. I was a fucking bet? I saw her face and the tears running down, the shit just kept playing in my head. I ain't never seen her that mad, and for some reason it was fucking me up. Probably because the very thing I didn't want to happen, happened. I knew I could be a fuck nigga but I was never one that would intentionally hurt someone right in their face. Even with all the other girls I fucked on a bet, I slowly deaded that shit cause I wasn't a rude ass nigga.

"On some real shit, answer the question, what the fuck was the point of telling her she was bet?" I questioned. Casey wasn't the jealous type usually so I was truly trying to wrap my head around it. She looked at me with an are you serious right now face, but she still answered the questioned. "She needed to know."

I just shook my head, blood boiling low key. "She needed to know," I repeated as I nodded, "why you think she needed to know huh?" I asked with a straight face, jaw tightened. She looked at me as I continued, "she was showing too much interest in me? You ain't like how she was all on a nigga tonight?" I asked being sarcastic. Aria paid my ass no attention tonight, didn't say two words to me until I pulled her from that fight so the shit was really blowing me.

Casey laughed, rolling her eyes. "Are you serious right now? I just damn near got my ass beat for you and you're worried about why the fuck I told her she was a bet? She was a fucking bet Landon, what the fuck! I watched those niggas give you the money for it today. Why the fuck does it even matter? I'm right here mad as fuck and you're sitting here worried about why I told that bitch what the fuck it was?" She spat, she was now standing in front of me, looking down at me with an evil glare that was mixed with hurt.

I nodded my head, "you right," I started "let me let you be mad in peace." I stood up getting ready to leave. This was probably the worst thing I could do to her right now. But I was pissed, I was bothered, and I had catered to her ass all day and night already. Wasn't nothing positive about to come out of me staying.

I left Casey's apartment with her screaming my name and screaming at me but that was expected. I got in my car and headed for Aria's. I ain't know what the fuck I was doing or what the fuck I was about to say but I had to talk to her if she would let me. It was fucking with conscience.

I pulled into her apartment complex and hopped out the car. I got to her door and froze, she wasn't going to respond well and I knew that, but fuck it. I had to try. I knocked on the door and waited. No answer. I knocked a couple more times with no response.

"Shit." I said under my breath, I started to make my way back down the stairs, seeing Aria coming up. She looked up with attitude all over her face, "why the fuck are you here?" she asked stopping dead in her tracks, the surprise and anger present on her face.

"I need to talk to you."

She snorted, "go talk to your bitch."

I sighed, "Aria, please just hear me out. Can we have a conversation like two adults?" I was tired of the back and forth already, I just dealt with this shit with Casey. She began walking up the stairs again, pushing past me. I turned around following her back up the stairs. I could take her no response as leave me the fuck alone or as follow me, and I went with the latter. She unlocked the door and turned and looked at me. "Landon get the fuck on. I don't have shit to say to you."

But I have shit to say to you." I let out matter of factly. "Five minutes Aria, that's all I'm asking. I know you mad as fuck at me but just give me five minutes."

She looked like she was debating before motioning for me to go in before she stepped in. She closed the door and locked it, setting down the food she had in her hand on the counter. "Talk" was all she said as she looked at me tiredly, looking like she had been crying. Fuck. I didn't even know what to say, I expected more of a fight from her, and now here I was with the chance to explain myself and I was fucking mute, a chance I asked for, and I wasn't saying shit.

She sighed heavily, "Landon —"

"Aria, I'm sorry." I cut in. She rolled her eyes. "Sorry for what?" she asked crossing her arms.

"Tonight, for everything that went down. That shit was uncalled for."

She turned to the counter taking food out of the bag, "control your bitch better." That was all she said, she was acting like she wasn't fazed by this shit, like she didn't care. I couldn't read her for shit right now.

"Aria, I fuck with you, seriously." And I did, I fucked with her vibe.

She laughed, "I can tell." She was being sarcastic, I shook my head and walked towards her a little bit but she quickly took a few steps back. "Why are you acting like this?" I questioned, knowing it was a dumb ass question once it slipped out my mouth.

She laughed as she looked at me, "acting like what Landon?"

"Like you don't give a fuck. Like you not fazed." I was upset, couldn't even hide the shit anymore. I didn't even have a right to be upset, but shit when you fuck with someone and they act nonchalant as fuck, that shit will piss you off.

She laughed, talking in the calmest voice, "Landon, everybody isn't fazed by you contrary to popular belief. But let's be real." She crossed her arms, leaning against the counter, "I gave you my body literally last night, and my dumb ass didn't stop you when you slid in without protection. And then tonight I find out I was a fucking bet. You fucked me for you and your boys pure entertainment and now you're in my house thinking you have the right to be upset about how I'm responding? Nigga, fuck you and I mean that in the rudest way." I just sat there looking at her, what the fuck could I say.

"Cat got your tongue now?" she asked as she picked up her food making her way to her living room. "You know the way out," she said as she walked by me.

I followed her to the living room, "you weren't just a fucking bet to me –" she cut in, "miss me with all that bullshit, like forreal. Mark called me once we left and spilt all that shit." He was a pussy ass nigga and I'd handle him later for it.

I sucked my teeth. "Yeah the shit started out as a bet but Aria, I fuck with you. Ain't no way I'm about to let this shit go this easily." I was pleading for her to forgive me for my consciences sake.

She sat down, rolling her eyes. "Landon, you're full of shit." She had the calmest voice saying all of this shit. "We ain't even dealt with each other long enough for you to fuck with me like that."

I shook my head, "it don't matter how long we been rocking. A vibe is a vibe, you know if you fucking with somebody or not easily. I'm not bullshitting."

She turned on her TV, completely ignoring what I said. That shit pissed me off. I bit my lip trying to stay calm. "You deadass? Like I'm not standing here talking to you?" She still said nothing as she focused on the TV and that shit blew me so I walked over and turned it off.

"The fuck are you doing?" she asked with attitude all over her face. "This ain't your house so don't touch my shit." She easily turned the TV back on with the remote.

"I'm fucking talking Aria, that's rude as shit."

She laughed, "and fucking me for a bet isn't?" I stood there looking at her, my jaw tight, arms crossed. I lowered my tone, "I'm sorry, I'll say it a thousand times if that's what you need to hear."

"I don't need to hear shit from you Landon. I really don't give a fuck about anything you have to say and I don't give two fuck about your apologies." She closed her container of food, getting up off the couch, mumbling under her breathe how she was no longer hungry because of this shit.

I sighed as I followed her towards the kitchen, I stopped short of it as she put her food in the refrigerator. She turned and looked at me, "what Landon? Why the fuck are you still here? What the fuck are you expecting from this shit?"

I ran my hand over my face, stressed the fuck out. "Shit something more than silence!"

"I fucking said what I had to say when you first walked in here! I'm over the shit, I'm over you, over all of it. I'm not about to stress myself or sit in my feelings about this shit. I knew what type of fuck nigga you were and my dumb ass still decided to deal with you. You ain't shit and I knew that. I really ain't got nobody to blame but my damn self. Okay Landon? So I don't want to hear your weak ass apologies. You weren't sorry when you willingly fucked me for a bet, or willingly took that money for it." She let out a deep sigh as she started walking towards her bathroom, "just leave me the fuck alone, you got what you wanted. Stop acting like you really give a fuck."

She went to her bathroom closing the door, not even giving me a chance to respond. I heard the shower water start running, letting me know she was done with the conversation. I ain't want this shit to end like this. I couldn't let it end like this.