FIVE

                                    

                                          
"So y'all livin' together, but... ain't datin'?" Yella asked. 
                          
"That's so damn dumb." Dre added in his two cents. 
                          
I just continued writing not paying attention. I ain't wanna get it into with them. 
                          
"It's been what? Three days?" Yella asked again. "She really broke up with you?" 
                          
"Yes." I mumbled. 
                          
I heard the door close and it was Eric, comin' in. "She ain't break up with him. She said she needed space." 
                          
I raised my head lookin' at him. "How you know that?" 
                          
"We was talkin'." Eric shrugged, going over and taking a seat next to Dre. "She ain't break up witchu." 
                          
Might as well. She basically said she couldn't trust me no more. 
                          
Again, Yella was talkin'. "You need to find out if Regina's really pregnant Cube. She might be playin' you." 
                          
He right. "Yeah..." 
                          
"I keep sayin' she lyin'." Eric laughed. "I'll run that bitch over." 
                          
We all laughed at him, that nigga was hella aggressive. But, everythin' they were sayin' was true. I need to figure out if Regina's playin' me, I need to talk to Love. We ain't talked at all. She moved into the spare room down the hall, in the house. My parents ain't get involved, cause they want us to work it out ourselves. 
                          
Ion know, what to say to her though. It really fucked me up, that she can't trust me. I want her to trust me, I love her. I really love her. And when I told her that, she didn't even say it back. So... what's the point? 
                          
Putting down my notebook, I tapped Eric's shoulder. "Where Love at?" 
                          
"Work." 
                          
"A'ight, lemme borrow your car." I said standing up. 
                          
Tossing me the keys, Eric smirked. "If I find one scratch, I'mma knock yo' Sheila E ass out." 
                          
Dapping him I left the studio and headed over to mall. While driving, I tried thinkin' of what to say to Love, when I saw her. This shit is crazy. We livin' in the same house, and ain't said nothin'. 
                          
Turning down Crenshaw, I spotted Regina. The fuck? She had her "Three week" pregnant ass, out in the street dancin' n' shit. Parking by the telephone pole I jumped out. 
                          
"Yo Gina'!"
                          
Running over to her, I grabbed her arm roughly. She jerked away. "Get off me!" 
                          
"The fuck you doin' out here? And you smokin'?" I asked ripping the blunt out her hand. 
                          
She just rolled her eyes. "Whatchu want Shea?" 
                          
What do I want? I really wanna choke her. But I ain't gon' get no charges. "Wassup Gina'? You never told me what the doctor said. How's the baby?" 
                          
I watched the hesitation in her dumb face. I swear if she lyin' to me, I really might set South Central on fire. 
                          
"He said everythin' was fine. A'ight? Give me my shit back." She rushed, reaching for the blunt. 
                          
I held it above my head. "Nah. Wassup? My boy Eric, think you full of shit." 
                          
"What the fuck do he know? Him and his twelve baby mamas." 
                          
I just smirked. "Lemme find out you lyin', and I'll stomp your raggedy ass out." 
                          
Throwing the blunt on the ground, I crushed it. Goin' back to the car, I made my way over to the mall.