As you already know, Claude and I are fairly good friends. We talk; occasionally (if he gets a signal). We see each other; sometimes. Not as strong as I would like it to be, but nothing near the, "fuck you and yo bitch" type of relationship.
About two weeks ago I was FaceTime-ing with him and I asked him, "Since we ain't fucking or anything like that, why the hell are we still secretive friends? I'm not your girlfriend so you can't call me 3am Girlfriend anymore. Lol"
I'm not sure if the nigga forgot I could see his face or what, because he opened his eyes wide, furrowed his eyebrows, bit his bottom lip, then sighed,
"She doesn't like you"
I was confused. If I'm not mistaken she won. She got the guy, the baby, the family (love his mom and miss his middle Brother), the friends, the house, the bed (which was the most comfortable fuvking bed) AND my motherfucking Seasons 1-3 of Psyche (I want my shit). How the fuck do you have the audacity to dislike ME?! Smh.
The nerve of simple bitches.
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