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"Bae, no that's- Bae that's me, you shooting me," I laughed, telling Jemila.
We were sitting on the bed playing the Call of Duty: Black cops. I'm surprised how much she knows; I didn't expect that she played it before.
A smirk appeared on her face. "That's the whole point. Take out everyone including you so I can win," she didn't take her eyes off the screen.
"Bae that's not fair."
"Play better than, that ain't my fault," she bluntly says. I look down at her, my mouth opened. I shook my head, a light chuckle escaping.
"Play too much," I muttered under my breath.
"You play too little, I love you tho," she smiles up at me, causing me to grin with her and dip down to kiss her.
When our lips meet, I smirk against hers. While her eyes were closed, my eyes trailed to the TV. I pressed the controller, shooting her dead. She pushed me off of her and stood up, a loud 'no' coming out her mouth. I chuckled at her, teasing at her demise. Her hazel eyes looking back at me with a heated glare.
"I should hit you for that," she growled.
I leaned back on my elbows, grinning like there's no tomorrow.
"Come do that then lil ma," I respond. Her glare eased, she face turning stale. She walked away, muttering something under her breath as she does so. I sat up straight and called out to her.
She continued to ignore me.
"Bae."
...
"You still mad at me for winning," I asked, chuckling. I guess that made her mad because she glanced up at me with her hazel eyes, a danger warning, that I choose to ignore.
