Chapter 8 - Why the Fuck You Always in My Face?

Trey should've known this nigga wasn't done.

After the gym, he hit up a taco spot, tryna grab somethin' real quick before headin' home. He order his food, sit down, and mind his business like a normal-ass person.

Then, three minutes later-

"Ayo, Zo."

Trey close his eyes, jaw tight.

Ain't no fucking way.

He look up, and of course, this nigga Zay slidin' into the booth across from him, actin' like they been plannin' to eat together.

Trey sighs, leanin' back. "Nigga, why the fuck you always in my face?"

Zay smirk, bitin' into a taco like this shit casual. "Damn, why you so mad? You lonely or sum?"

Trey glare. "Nigga, I was tryna be."

Zay laugh, chewin' like he ain't just invite himself to this table. "Yeah, yeah. So what you get?"

Trey just stare at him. "Nigga."

Zay raise a brow. "What?"

Trey exhale slow, pinchin' the bridge of his nose. "You got a problem."

Zay grin. "Aight, diagnose me then, Dr. Zo."

Trey shake his head, pullin' his food closer. "You got too much time on your hands. That's yo' fuckin' problem."

Zay shrug. "Maybe. Or maybe I just use my time wisely."

Trey scoffs. "Nigga, you usin' it to harass me."

Zay smirk. "Exactly."

Trey pause mid-bite, tryna process this nigga's audacity. "Nigga, do you even like girls?"

Zay chuckle, lickin' taco juice off his fingers. "What that gotta do wit' you?"

Trey squint at him. "Everything, nigga."

Zay lean on the table, grinnin' way too much. "Why? You tryna see what that be like?"

Trey damn near choke on his food. "Nigga, what?!"

Zay crack up, slappin' the table. "Relax, nigga, I'm playin'."

Trey shake his head, irritated. "You not funny."

Zay smirk. "You laughin' in yo' head though."

Trey ignore him, takin' another bite. "Swear to God, you like a damn gnat. Just buzzin' around, gettin' on niggas' nerves."

Zay nods. "Yeah, but you ain't swatted me away yet."

Trey stop chewin' for a second. He don't know why, but that shit sit in his chest a lil' different.

He swallow, tryna act unbothered. "You just lucky I ain't got no bug spray."

Zay smirk. "Nah, you just like my company."

Trey shake his head, but don't say nothin'. 'Cause maybe-just maybe-this nigga ain't entirely wrong.