wet n wild

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"If you love the guy,go for him"

"Shoot your shot,before he's just a thought"

"Thanks x but I really don't know now at this point,the last time I met with him,he seemed really pissed and mad I don't want to cause any more troubles for him."

"What do you mean?,troubles where see you and your mentality,y'all just said you guys were taking a break not that y'all were going to break up I'm sure he misses you too K"

I smiled.

"Thanks,"I said softly as I dropped the call getting ready to get up.

My voice echoed through the speakers, slow and ghostly. One of my older songs-the kind I used to write back when I still believed in forever.

It sounded distant now, like it belonged to someone else. I sat there, cross-legged on my bed, staring at the ceiling like it had answers. The lights were off except for the soft glow of my salt lamp and the flickering notification on my phone.

Eric.

His name always hit me like a wave I wasn't ready for.

I tapped the screen and hovered over the call button. My thumb lingered there.

Just fucking do it, Korina.

But I didn't.

Because what if he didn't answer?

Worse-what if he did and sounded cold? Like he didn't miss me. Like I was just another girl he cycled through.

I was so tired of guessing what he felt. One day he'd hold me like he couldn't breathe without me, and the next, he'd be out at a party, caught in some mess. The "break" we agreed on started to feel like a slow funeral.

Another buzz.

New letter .

From one of those toxic ass newspapers that kept my name in their mouth.

I opened it, expecting nothing good-and I was right.

"Eazy spotted poolside at lavish bash . Girls everywhere. One seen left with him."

I flung my phone across the bed.

"Fucking clown," I muttered, standing up so fast I almost tripped on my hoodie.

I couldn't sit in this room any longer, surrounded by memories that smelled like him. I needed to breathe. Get out. Think. Feel something that wasn't just pain.

I grabbed my hoodie, tied my curls up in a loose bun, slid into my sneakers, and left without a destination.

Later, at a quiet café on 7th Street

I ended up at this little corner spot I hadn't been to in a while. The kind of place that served burnt coffee and overpriced pastries, but I didn't care. I just needed a place that wasn't mine. A space that didn't scream him.

I pushed open the door, and the bell above jingled.

And then I saw her.

Navira.

Sitting in the back near the window, stirring her drink, lost in thought. We locked eyes-and for a second, it was like time hit pause. My heart did this weird lurch.

The last time we spoke... we weren't exactly kind.

But when she stood up, I didn't hesitate.

"Navi?" I said, my voice softer than I expected.

"Korina."

No anger. No shade. Just surprise.

"I missed you," I said, suddenly emotional.

"I missed you too," she whispered, stepping forward.

We hugged. It was stiff at first, but then something in both of us just let go. I hadn't realized how much I needed her. She was my anchor once. And somehow, even after everything, she still felt like home.

The Sit-Down

We slid into a booth, and the awkwardness wore off fast.

"Crazy seeing you here," I said, sipping the coffee I didn't even want.

"I was just out for air," she shrugged. "Didn't expect to bump into you either."

I bit my lip, then dropped the wall I'd been holding up. "I'm going through it, Navi."

"Eazy?"

"Yeah."

She gave me a knowing look. The kind that didn't need words. I broke anyway.

"We're on a break, supposedly. But I don't know what the fuck that even means anymore. One second, he's sweet, checking in, making me feel like he gives a fuck. The next... he's gone. Parties, girls, god knows what else. And I'm just here. Wondering if I'm stupid for still loving him."

Navi sighed. "You're not stupid. You're just in deep."

I nodded, tears welling up. "It's like... I hate what he does. I hate the games. But I miss him. Even when he's being a fuckboy. That's the worst part."

"You love him," she said simply. "That don't go away overnight."

"But what if he doesn't love me the same anymore?"

Silence.

Then she leaned forward to sip her drink, and I noticed something.

Her hand moved differently. Slower. Protective.

"Wait..." I squinted. "Are you...?"

She hesitated. Then smiled. "I'm pregnant."

"Bitch, what?!" I gasped, my whole face lighting up. "Oh my God, for real?!"

She laughed, nodding. "Four months. I wasn't gonna say anything until I was sure."

I jumped out my seat and hugged her. "I'm so fucking happy for you! You're gonna be the most badass mom ever."

We sat back down, still giggling.

Then my face fell serious again. "Navi... I need a favor."

"Here we go," she teased, but her tone was gentle.

"I've tried calling Eazy. He's been ghosting me. I'm scared if I reach out again and he doesn't respond, it'll break me. I need to know what the hell he's doing. Where his head is. I'm not asking you to fix it-I just need eyes."

She blinked at me. "You want me to check on that clown?"

I gave a weak laugh. "Please. You're the only one I trust."

She hesitated, rubbing her belly gently.

Then sighed. "Alright. But if I see some dumb shit, I swear I'm cussing his ass out. Baby on board or not."

"Deal."

"And Korina?"

"Yeah?"

"You deserve more than half-ass love. Don't let him string you along just 'cause he misses what he lost."

I nodded. But my chest already ached.Some part of me already knew-he could've been doing something I didn't wanna see.

Dr.Dre & Eazy E wet n wild pool party 1990

Naviras pov

The second I pulled up to that loud-ass house, I knew this shit was about to piss me off.

Music was blasting like the damn speakers were gonna explode, and the driveway was already crowded with girls in bikinis—or hell, just panties. Some of them didn’t even have shoes on. Wet footprints on the concrete. Laughter. Shrieking. And the heavy ass smell of weed, liquor, and bad decisions hit me like a punch in the face.

This wasn’t just a party. This was a damn circus.

“Fuckin’ hell,” I muttered, pulling my hoodie over my head and adjusting the waist of my pants so my baby bump wouldn’t be too obvious. Even though I knew no one in there would care enough to notice. They were too busy being drunk, half-naked, and horny.

I passed by a girl giving a dude a lap dance on the front lawn. No shame, titties damn near out.

“Y’all bitches got no class,” I hissed under my breath.

Some drunk dude reached for my arm. “You tryna get wet too, mami?”

“I’m pregnant, dumbass. Back the fuck up.”

He blinked, trying to process what I said, but I was already pushing through the crowd. I stepped inside the house—and it was even worse.

Music pounding. People grinding. Loud moaning coming from one of the back rooms. I swear some girl walked past me in nothing but a thong and heels, holding a bottle of tequila like it was her baby.

It was disgusting. Like... actually disgusting.

“Eazy, you better not be in here doing dumb shit,” I muttered, jaw clenched.

The house smelled like sin. And not the sexy kind—the trashy, sweaty, what-the-fuck-did-you-just-do kind.

I was about to head upstairs when someone called my name.

“Navira?!”

I turned. Of course. Dre. Looking drunk as hell, shirt open, chain swinging, red solo cup in hand, eyes glazed over.

“Well shit, if it ain’t the baby mama!” he slurred, stumbling toward me.

I rolled my eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He grinned. “Same thing everyone’s doing—getting fucked up. You tryna join?”

I stepped back. “Boy, don’t play with me.”

He tilted his head, clearly sizing me up. “Wait, who’s baby is that?” He pointed at my stomach.

I stared at him. “That’s none of your damn business, Dre.”

He chuckled like I just told a joke. “Relax. You still look good though. Eazy know you out here struttin’ around like that?”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m one of these hoes at this raggedy ass party,” I snapped.

He blinked, fake offended. “Damn, alright! You used to be chill…”

“Yeah, back when y’all weren’t acting like fuckin’ idiots.” I shoved past him. “Where the fuck is Eazy?”

I didn’t wait for an answer. I stomped up the stairs, pushing past some girl who looked like she was on the verge of passing out. Another one had her legs wrapped around some dude in the hallway.

“This is some next level nasty,” I whispered, holding my breath.

I passed by three doors before I heard a giggle from behind one—then a loud ass moan. I froze. My stomach turned.

No way.No fucking way.

I kept walking, faster now, almost like I didn’t wanna see it. But of course—I did.

Eazy.

Coming out of a room, shirt half off, belt undone, lips swollen like he just got done eating something—and I knew damn well it wasn’t food.

I stopped. “Eazy.”

He turned, startled. Like a kid caught stealing candy. “Navira?”

I stared at him. His hair was messy. Lipstick smeared down his neck. One of the groupies stumbled out behind him, fixing her top.

My blood boiled.

“You look surprised,” I said, stepping toward him. “Didn’t think someone with actual sense would show up to this dumbass hoe-fest, huh?”

He blinked. “Why are you here—”

“Why am I here? Because Korina didn’t have the nerve to call your cheating ass herself. She thought you wouldn’t pick up, and guess what? She was probably right.”

He rubbed his face, eyes heavy. “I didn’t cheat…”

“Bull-fucking-shit. You smell like pussy, weed, and cheap ass liquor. You think I’m stupid?”

“Navira—”

SLAP.

Hard. Real hard.

He stood there, stunned, cheek already turning red.

“You know she still loves you, right?” I said, voice shaking. “She loves your dumb, selfish, groupie-chasing ass. She’s been crying, feeling like she’s not enough, blaming herself while you’re out here fucking random bitches in a house full of drunk-ass clowns.”

He stayed silent. Too ashamed to speak.

“She sent me, Eazy,” I whispered. “Because even after all the shit you’ve done, she still wanted to make sure you’re okay. Still wanted to fix things. Still believed there was something in you worth saving.”

I stepped back, hands shaking. “But you’re not even trying. You’re just… giving up. Hiding in a house full of panty-wearing parasites who’ll forget your name tomorrow.”

He looked down, whispering, “I still care about her…”

“You got a sick ass way of showing it.”

I stared at him one last time.

“Tell Korina what you want. But know this—you don’t deserve her. Not like this. Not with the way you’re moving.”

I turned to leave, then looked over my shoulder. “And Eazy?”

He looked up.

“You ain’t a legend tonight. You just a fucking loser.”

Then I left. Stepped over a girl passed out in the hallway, pushed open the front door, and walked straight into the night, breathing fire.

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I couldn’t focus on shit anymore. Not the music, not the blunts being passed around, not even the voices shouting my name.

Because Navira’s voice was louder in my head than all of it.

“Korina still loves you, you idiot.”“She’s been trying to hold on to you and you’re out here fucking anything that breathes.”“You’re gonna lose the best thing you ever had.”

And then—slap. The sting still lingered on my face.

And I let it. I welcomed that shit. Because that pain? That was the realest thing I’d felt all damn night.

I walked down the stairs, pushing past a dude pouring Ciroc on a girl’s bare chest while everyone cheered. One girl screamed “WE OUTSIDE!” while flashing her boobs to someone filming with a shaky iPhone.

I hated it. Every second of it.

I slipped past them into the kitchen—two girls were tongue wrestling on the counter, one of them ass-naked with her legs wrapped around the other. A drunk dude was hyping them up like it was amateur porn night.

“Eazy! Eazy! You next? You tryna join in?”

I didn’t even respond. I pushed through and stepped out the sliding glass doors into the backyard.

It was just as bad out there.

The pool was lit up neon blue, surrounded by inflatable rafts, liquor bottles, and barely dressed girls yelling over bass-heavy music. One chick had her nipples out like it was casual. Another was straddling a dude on a lawn chair like there wasn’t thirty other people watching.

I lit a blunt and sat on a chair near the edge of the pool, but far from the action. The smoke swirled around me, but it didn’t numb the shit in my chest.

The guilt. The disgust. The confusion.All of it sat heavy on me like a damn weight vest.

“Korina still loves you…”

Why?

Why the fuck would she still love me after all this?

I’m not the man she fell for.I’m not even close to being that man right now.

All these girls around me? They don’t know me. They don’t care. I’m just a name to them. Just a status. A body. Someone to say “I fucked Eazy E” about in a group chat later.

But Korina?

She knew me. The real me. The one behind the bravado and the bullshit. The one who got quiet when he was stressed. The one who stayed up at night questioning everything. The one who cried when he thought nobody was looking.

She saw through all that and still loved me. Still loved me.

And I threw her away like she was just another name in my phone.

I took a long drag and stared at the pool, the water all rippling and glowing. I could still see her in my head—Korina, smiling with that little dimple she gets when she’s being fake mad at me. Korina, curled up in my hoodie. Korina, looking at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

And I fucked it up.

Not just once. Over and over.

I buried her in lies and excuses.And now, I’m out here with groupies and hoes who don’t even remember my real name.

One girl passed me, topless, her titties bouncing while she held hands with another chick.

“Eazy, you coming back inside? We got a lil surprise for you,” she said with a wink.

I didn’t even answer. Just looked at her like she was background noise.

I leaned forward, blunt in hand, head down.

“Why do you still love me, Korina?”

That was the part I couldn’t figure out. I didn’t deserve that kind of love. That real shit. That ride-or-die love.

And still… something inside me wanted it. Needed it.

But the fucked-up part?

I couldn’t even face her.Couldn’t pick up her calls. Couldn’t look her in the eye and tell her I was sorry.

Because deep down, I wasn’t sure if I could ever make it right.

I sat back, eyes burning, fists clenched. Music still thumping. Girls still screaming. But me?

I was just a broken man surrounded by noise.

And none of it meant a goddamn thing without her.