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Nesty Floxks is an upcoming drill rapper from the Bronx , NY.
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You and Nesty had been dating for about 10 months now and it was a stable relationship, even though it could be rocky at times. He simply loved you, and you loved him back.
Lately, things had been different though. He hadnt spoken to you for a couple days now, despite you reaching out multiple times. This all started after Miyaa V linked back up with the 8ohβs after almost a year.
You wouldnt have necessarily had a problem with it if it werent for the fact that she was dissing you in her songs and publicly smoking on your cousin that had passed a while ago. Nesty knew all this, and was very aware, that was one of the reasons why he said she could never come back.
Yet, she was back, and Nesty did not care at all. You wanted to talk to him about it and get it settled, but he refused to even respond to your texts. That was until today.
Nesty was stood in your kitchen, watching you put away the groceries you bought earlier before he pulled up. βBaby,β He said, trying to get your attention, but you shot a glare his way every time he spoke. He could not fumble you, he would never forgive himself if he did. You were quite literally the best heβs ever had, and he wouldnt ruin that for someone else.
βBae, stop ignoring me.β He said, following after you as you walked around the kitchen, storing your groceries. βIβm busy, Ernesto.β You told him, using his first name which got a grumble out of him. βMan, what I tell yu βbout that shitβ¦β He mumbled under his breath. He never liked when you called him that, he preferred Nesty a billion times more.
You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head as he furrowed his brows. βNah, whats wit the attitude?? Ion kno why tf yu so mad, yu tripping. yu still my girlβ¦yu kno i love yu.β He told you, his hands touching on your waist frm behind, feeling the soft fabric against his palms.
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