everything had been wrong since morning your phone was dead even though you swore you had put it on the charger your friends blowing up your phone as soon as it charged up with the usual:

‛are you really with him?’ ‛yk he ain’t good for you’ ‛bro you gon regret this.’

was now the usual texts from your friends after you and keem made your relationship public. you were the "good girl" you were studying to be a nurse and had amazing grades, honors classes, and had a perfect gpa. keem on the other hand was in a gang. he smoked did drugs and had been to jail.

you guys met by being mutuals and you guys just clicked he never pressured you to do anything he did and he never said to changed he loved you the way you were.

now you had dragged yourself to his apartment even though you had fallen asleep standing up a couple of times, you knocked on the door the smoke cloud hitting you almost instantly as you came in.

"wsp baby" he muttered his voice horse from smoking as he pulled you to lay down with him.

"you tired ma?" he said, you nodded and he just held you.