3 Blocks. (A Situational Occurrence.) | Part Two.
Author: Ink. 🖤
Fandom: WWE
Characters: Jey Uso, Kassandra “Bobbi,” Green (OC)
Pairing: M/F, (Bobbi/Jey)
Synopsis: All she ever seemed to do since she started fucking around with Jey, was lie.
Rating: 18+ R (Toxic relationships and situationships, swearing, unhealthy friendship dynamics, pining, sex, comfort, play fighting, unpacking, kissing, fluff, humor, Jey being a hating ass Fuckboy, Bobbi loving a hating ass fuckboy, Jey’s adorable use of text speech)
Note : This is a standalone, AU story. Jey is not a wrestler and there will be no mention of the WWE always, this is a work of Fiction. I do not own anyone or anything in the story that is not my OC, Bobbi. Please don’t copy or repost. 🖤
Your Playlist for this part:
“Reel It In” - Aminé
2. “Clothes Off” - Gym Class Heroes
3. “Toxic” - Summer Walker
4. “It’s Yours” - Dustin Conrad
5. “What’s My Name” - Fivio Foreign
Tucking one hand into the pocket of her black and white Vans hoodie, Bobbi dips her head to examine her glowing phone screen when the device vibrates for the fourth time in ten minutes.
Apparently, she wasn’t moving fast enough for the Emperor and she needed to “hurry tf up.”
Haphazardly pushing back a bunch of long black and silver tinted curls into her hood before they could flop over her eyes, she swipes and ignores it.
Jey would be alright. Shit, He needed to sober up, anyway. He wasn’t about to be breathing his hot ass Ten To One laced breath all in her face for the rest of this night.
She’d tuck his ass in once he passed out (and he would if he was as loaded as she thought he was) and make herself scarce in a second.
Best friend did not equal babysitter in any capacity. Bobbi made that perfectly clear to Jey the time that he tried to start a bar fight, got arrested, and ended up calling and crying down her line at 2 AM talking bout some “baby, I need bail.”
From the drunk tank.
After having spent the night there, because Bobbi left his ass right where he was, Jey learned his lesson well enough that it never happened again.
That’s why they were friends. Bobbi made sure he did right, and Jey ensured she didn’t take life too seriously.
They were harmonious in the same amount of ways that they were chaotic.
Bobbi was comfortable as usual, having swapped her dress out for matching sweats, a Godhead crop tee, and canvas sneakers. Tricky played softly in the One earbud rested in her left ear.
*Buzz*
J: damn u dragging
J: literally
J: pick up ya feet
With a roll of her eyes, Bobbi taps out a terse response that, thankfully, is not identical to the string of creative expletives she muttered, and swipes the text app closed.
He’d wait as long as she decided to make him wait. He wasn’t about to be giving her any kind of orders when he was the one inconveniencing her.
“Imagine being drunk, disorderly, and audacious-“ Bobbi starts to complain to herself.
*Buzz*
Bobbi skids to a stop with a quiet growl and swipes at her phone again. “Annoying as fuck!” She grits her teeth.
“Wouldn’t be if you wasn’t so damn slow.”
Startled enough to drop and catch her phone with a small gasp, Bobbi jumps back at the sudden voice braking the silence on the empty block, heart hammering in her chest.
Once she refocuses, she’s pissed all over again.
Lounging with his back against a wall that was beautifully decorated with colorful cartoon mural, hand clutching his phone at his side, Jey peered at her with a playful smirk.
Her best friend had clearly dressed quickly, in his black slides, basketball shorts, and a t-shirt. His hair was pulled into a messy bun, and a pair of Burberry shades rested atop his head.
“I said I was coming,” Bobbi snaps. “I can get myself to your funky little apartment just fine, I don’t need an escort.”
“Excuse me for trying to be a gentleman,” Jey pushes himself up off the wall, jerking his head in the opposite direction. “You were taking a lil’ bit to walk. I checked your location and you moved two blocks in like, three minutes.”
Bobbi blinks. “That doesn’t sound like you tracking me at all-“
“-Be glad someone is,” Jey replies without stopping to take a breath. “Like I was sayin’, that ain’t your ungrateful ass’ speed, so I came to make sure you were aight.” He gestures around with a hand. “It would be different if it wasn’t 11 pm.”
Bobbi snorts. “This is coming from the man who was the very one who told me to leave the safety of my home to see him in the first place,” She smiles sweetly. “We ain’t forgetting that while we’re tryna play chivalrous, are we?”
Jey smiles back, just as sweetly. “Three minutes to get home versus…what, the three hours it would’ve taken you to get back if fake Montell Jordan would’ve taken you to that tired French restaurant he found on Google? He shrugs and sighs, opening his hands with an innocent blink. “Seems like I’m the more considerate man here. You worried about the wrong shit.”
Bobbi crosses her arms and leans back. “Now that’s crazy, because you were the one stalking my story, which was why you saw what your ass saw in the very first place. Yooooooou’re worried about the wrong shit.”
“So why’d you post him, then?” Jey retorts quickly, cocking his head and narrowing his eyes. “Huh? Cause that ain’t very much like you.” His eyebrows shoot up. “You tried to blame me for ol’ dude two weeks back, but you was the one who-“
“That’s beside the point,” Bobbi holds up a hand. “Which is that you were on my shit,” She pats her chest for emphasis. “Minding all kinds of business that nobody is paying you to mind-“
“-If you didn’t want us to see him you’d have gone ahead and cropped that picture, though.” Jey points out. “I seen you do that shit in real time, lil’ miss protecting my peace.”
“-anyway,”
“-Nah, ain’t no anyway,” Jey laughs. “Lookit you, tryna pretend like I don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about. Dockers really got you twisted, huh?”
“Jey-“
“-Oh, he probably don’t even know what he dealing with.” Jey argues over her, closing the space between them with a few steps. A slow smile curls his lips when her little hands fly up, lightly pushing and smacking at his chest. “That man is about to be “Food” in your phone and you got him stressing over you. That shit is sad.”
“Excuse me, I don’t know who you rolled out of bed with, please don’t touch.” Bobbi plucks Jey’s fingers. “I don’t know whose coochie these were buried in, Mr. Bitches, excuse me-“
“Who you tryna make mad, baby? Me or Ro’?” Jey taunts, snatching up Bobbi’s wrist. “As for who I’ve been fuckin’-because that’s what you tryna find out for real, you’re not low-you ain’t gotta worry. It’s just you.”
“-You are dragging it right now. Nobody’s stressing over you or Roman, Jey, relax-“ Bobbi crows.
“Now you’re lying,” Jey snorts. “You doing what you did with Ro’ was personal and you know it was. Stop the cap.”
Bobbi rips her wrist away from Jey when he grabs it in an effort to stop her from pummeling him.
He never let anything go. Damn! She’d be hearing about Roman all the way to her grave.
“Why do you keep bringing up old shit?” Bobbi asks, pushing his hands down when he tucked his lips in and went to grab her again, smacking his arm. “Jealous? Scary ass-“
“Oh, you got hands now?” Jey grins, slapping her arm back. “Huh? You wanna fight?”
Bobbi hisses in pain at Jey’s heavy handedness, delivering a swift jab of her own to his forearm. “I’ll beat yo ass-“
“Yeah?” Jey darts forward, grabbing both of Bobbi’s wrists. “Who ass? Huh?” He twirls her around, pulling her back against his chest. Wrapping the other arm around her waist, he locks her hands together by clasping them tightly between his.
“You play too fuckin’ much!” Bobbi squeals, wriggling against him.
“I play with you, cause that’s all you ever wanna do with me.” Jey brushes his lips over her cheek, pressing a firm kiss to it. “Childish.” He murmurs into her ear, pressing another kiss into the crook of her neck, releasing her hands so he can pull her hoodie down and out of his way.
Bobbi groans and mentally swears to herself when her head tilts to the side almost mechanically, like Jey put a key in her and turned. “Well, I’m not playing right now.”
This was nooot supposed to be happening anymore.
“You definitely are,” Jey buries his face in her curls, replacing his arm around her. “But…I sorta was too. A lil’ too much. And again, I just wanna say that I’m sorry for saying what I said to you.” His playful tune switches to one that’s much more solemn. “Calling you out of your name ain’t cool. I need to do better.”
Bobbi raises her eyebrows. “I…appreciate that, Jey. Thank you.”
“So, we cool?” Jey squeezes her lightly. “You gone stop showing out? Cause I’m not gone lie, posting my cousin throwing money at you in the club got it. I almost got booked that night. You a vicious opp.”
So, maybe popping her pussy on his cousin’s head at a local strip joint, on Live, wasn’t the most mature way for Bobbi to express herself after Jey decided to sleep with her sister.
But when people went low…she got her lick back.
On the flip side, Bobbi couldn’t help but continue to stare at Jey, a little taken aback. Jey Uso had given her a drive by apology? Out loud? And it was sincere?
“Hold on,” Bobbi turns in Jey’s grip, peering up into his eyes. “Say it again so I know it’s real.” She pats her pockets. “Hold on, imma get this on record, cause I ain’t never heard you apologize-“
Jey sucks his teeth. “Wow, see? You always gotta do the most when I’m tryna be genuine.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to log this as one of the times you weren’t a dickhead, we ain’t gonna forget.” Bobbi laughs, grabbing Jey’s cheeks with hoodie sleeve covered hands when he tried to pull away from her, rolling his eyes. “I’m only kidding!”
“I swear you be having a loaded clip waiting for my ass whenever you get mad, boy.” Jey shook his head, turning his head to kiss one of her hands. “It be your own, every time.”
“Aw, I’m sorry.” Bobbi pouts. “Poor tink tink.”
“Yeah?” Jey bites his lip. “You gonna kiss me and make up for hurtin’ my feelings?”
Bobbi leans back, poking a finger out of her hoodie sleeve to press a matte green, Coffin shaped nail into the bottom of his chin. “Uh uh.” She presses the finger to Jey’s lips when he leans in. “Don’t push it.”
Jey winks and kisses Bobbi’s finger, before letting her wriggle away. “You’re the one that usually does, Miss. I just let you do you.” He snarks smugly.
Bobbi shoves her hands into her pockets and backs up in the direction of Jey’s apartment, toes curling in her shoes as her stomach began to flutter. “Whatever.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Jey mocks.
Unfortunately, Jey was approaching “right.”
Bobbi could say anything with her chest when they were in public. That was why she had been walking so slow in the first place. She knew what happened between them anytime they were alone long enough.
She knew what dumb shit she would inevitably do.
Slowly, Jey trails Bobbi as she walks backwards. He winks, lightly brushing his shoulder against hers as he passes, waving his phone at her. “Better hurry up before that taco place on the corner closes.”
Bobbi stares at his back as she follows. “I didn’t say I was hungry.”
“You skipped dinner. You gotta be.” Jey replies smoothly.
Pettily.
Bastard.
“Just make sure you get my Passion Fruit Juice right along with that.” Bobbi demanded. “That’s all you need to do.”
“No problem baby.” Jey turns to flash her another one of his annoying smiles and pulls out his phone to see if he could add it for her. “That bossy shit turns me on, you know that?”
“Fuck you, Jey.”
“Love you too, Boo.”
A/N: Confusing, aren’t they? Let me know what you think~
Ink 🖤
