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I open my mouth to ask him what the hell he playing at, but I’m interrupted by the chair behind me scraping as it’s pulled back.

“Can I join?” I turn to Duval, plopped down next to me. My first instinct is to tell this mother fucker, “Hell the to the mother fucking no you can’t sit with us,” but… he made the call on the field that won me MVP when it very much could have been his. Not only that, but he also helped me before by driving me toFrank’s to check on him. He didn’t even pull no fuck shit, and when I tried to give him gas money, he didn’t even want it.

I had to threaten to kick him in the nuts for him to take it because I don’t like when people do me favors… I would rather there be an even exchange, a barter, if you will, that way nobody can say that I didn’t do my fair share.

I turn to him, trying harder than a mother fucker not to frown, but I can’t help it. He might have helped me, but…I still don’t like him,

“No, you may not,” Tek grumbles, beating me to the punch, and I smile genuinely for the first time.

“Yeah, no you may not,” I cosign, but Duval ignores us and taps on the bar. The bartender immediately comes over, ignoring all the other customers in line. Hell, I don’t blame her… he does look especially good tonight, leaking all types of sweaty pheromones that would infect any bitch he walk by…not me…I’ve not been infected.I’ve ridden a horn to prove it, but any other bitch for sure.

“H-how m-may I help you?” she stammers over her words.See? Infected…

“A Modelo.”

“Ri-right away.” She runs over and cracks that son of a bitch open as if she’s dying for it to be her legs and sprints over toplace it in front of him, batting her eyes. “Sorry I took so long,” she giggles and Duval gives her a smile that even I must admit is sexy and I know for damn sure is a panty dropper.Damn, such a waste of a pretty face…

I guess he feels me frowning at him because he cuts his pretty green eyes to me and narrows them. I prepare to curse him clean the fuck out, but he surprises me when he smirks.

“You did good out there, Hurts, but I’m not surprised,” he voices genuinely, and I narrow my eyes at him, pursing my lips skeptically.Where the hell did this new friendly version of him even come from? Duval is acting strange... I’on like it…

So, I don’t say anything. I just stare at him dumbfounded, cocking my head to the side.

“Why are you staring at me like that, Jessica?” he takes a sip of his Modelo and I frown for some reason.

“Why are you being so nice?”

“I don’t think I’m being nice. I’m being honest,” he responds, and I dead ass want to say fuck his honestly, but I am not in the mood to be bitchy toward anyone but Frank ass right now.

“… thanks,” I voice in a clipped tone instead trying to not come off liketoomuch of a bitch.

“I didn’t say or do it for thanks, Jessica. I just wanted you to get your shine,” he shrugs, being modest, and it makes me glare harder at his suddenly friendly ass…I’on like it.

But then it dawns on me! It ain’t got shit to do with the game, but more so him saying my name…Jessica…No one calls me like that but Frank, my supposed boyfriend, but I haven’t heard from him in days!

Unconsciously, I ignore Duval, look down at my phone, and unlock it and for some reason, I find doing something I never do. I go back on my word and press his name, calling him.I need to see if he’s okay…

Calling My Demon Overlord

“Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voi…”

But my eyes instantly go wide when the phone goes to voicemail. My mouth drops open and… wait a whole ass mother fucking minute! Did this nigga block me?!No, no, no… there’s no damn way… right?

I try to text him one more time to double check to see if my messages go through, and bitch my flabbers are fucking gasted.

Locked in : Frank we gon’ tussle when I see you if you blocked me…

My heart damn near crawls up my esophagus and damn near about tumbles out of my fucking mouth when lo and fucking behold, my message comes up fucking GREEN!

I know he’s not trying to ghost me after I handed him the PPP?!Brrroooo!!!I stop to check my phone for what feels like the millionth time, but no matter how much I look, there’s still not a call. Not a text.Not even a goddamn meme.

All types of shit swirl around in my head.Is he cheating? Did this nigga play me? Was he pretending?But I shake my head. Nahhh… a nigga not gon’ eat a bitch pussythatdamn good and rub they feet and ask to fuck they fake horn for shits and giggles… he was down bad for me…I know it, so what’s tea?

If I wasn’t for that bitch of a maid, I would have thought he vanished into thin air…

“H-hey I was b-bein—” I hold my hand up to keep him from talking, and his lips snap shut while I get my thoughts together, drumming my fingers on the bar, confused.

“Uhm… what’s the matter, Jess?!” Tek asks, leaning over my shoulder, but I place my phone down, hiding it.