Derek knew she had to be upset. Hell he’d be pissed too and a part of him still was over what just happened but he hadn't received a text or even a call after seeing her tail lights in his window but he didn’t blame her. How could he? All that Derek knew right now was that he needed to talk to her and this time Erica would be keeping her distance from him if he had to toss her out of the pack. There was no more joking around.
Derek was in his car in all of 5 minutes, the petal pressed hard to the floor as he made his way back to her. Lydia made him upset, sure but the reason behind it was why he knew he had to see her. Why else would he be mad if he didn’t care. By the time he reached her house, Derek’s eyes searched for lights, resorting to hearing the familiar beat of her heart to find her. Derek ran up to the door, his knuckle landing on the wood that separated them hard 3 times. “Lydia?” Dere called out, knowing fully well she was inside.
Real niggas. ALL day! Just me. By myself. On the block. Holdin it down. Gun in my waist. Straight face. All day. Not a game. In jail. By myself. 1 bed. No pillow case. 1 pillow. Didnt nobody write me. It was early. Woke up. Went back to sleep. Took a nap. You ever go night night nigga?