“I ain’t trying to start on the wrong foot. We’ll get you a ring, shawty. I ain’t know I was supposed to have one today.” He shrugged. I wasn’t trying to hear his lame ass excuse, so I headed up the stairs. Briskly, he grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks. “Don’t worry about grabbing a lot. I’ll have someone bring yo’ shit to my crib in the morning.”
Already fucking up i see
