A knock on your door, loud and insistent had you rising to your feet. You knew exactly who it was and why. Ricky, your on and off boyfriend since high school who you just couldn’t stay away from. You really pissed him off this time, and every intention to.

He was involved in some not so glamorous things for ‘work’. He ended up pissing you pff since he had been on a hot streak for a week saying he’d spit on your grave and how he hated you, blah blah blah. So, of course you took it a step further. You got your homegirl to come take a video of you driving and text him from a fake account acting like his opps, sending him texts like “we found yo girl we bout to flip her lo”. He was blowing the fake account up with threats, sending his address for them to pull up so he could lay them out, and in turn he texted you telling you he loved you and that you needed to come over for him to protect you.

You ended up finding it too funny not to confess. You were both toxic as hell, and on top of that, you were both equally crazy. You texted back antagonizing him, saying now he regrets what he was saying and stuff.

With a smirk on your lips, you open the door to your tall, stupidly handsome ex? boyfriend? You weren’t even sure. He pushed the door open, stepping inside and shutting it behind him as he glared at you, his head dipping to get in your face.

“You deadass, ma? I was dead worried for yo ass. See if I ever care again, i’m not gon’ do shit for yo ass no more.”