Tyla’s POV
I got myself a cheeseburger, fries, and a soda for lunch. I sat alone for a couple minutes before Cameron sat across from me.
“Hey lil’ mama,” he says with a smile plastered on his face. Sigh, that smile.
“Hey baby Cam.” I take a huge bite of my cheeseburger and moan from the deliciousness.
“Don't make that noise around me, Tyla. But I saw your fight wit homeguh Trinity.”
“Yea. I beat that ass. The fuck she thought,” I say, ignoring his first statement. We both started laughing.
“But I could beat yo’ ass. If you know what I mean.” He winked at me, making laugh.
“Shut up, Cam. You so stupid.”
"You my new bestfran luh baby.”
“Whatever,” I say, rolling my eyes, “Well, If you’re my bestfriend, then you have to tell me stuff about you.” I finish up my food and drink.
“Ima tell you the basics. My favorite color is green. I have two brothers. Watch out for them cause they like fat asses and, lil’ mama, you got one,” he says with a chuckle.
“Shut the fuck up bruh. I’m going to start wearing poofy skirts so nobody will see my butt.”
“You can't hide that fat piece of meat.” What the fuck? I blush beet red and glare at him.
“Cam!” I exclaim, swatting his arm.
“Tyla, can I talk to you alone,” I hear a stern voice say behind me. I look behind me to see Brandon’s tense body standing over me, his face contorted with anger. I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion.
“You can tell me what you have to tell me out here.” He bites his lip and turns to walk away. That's right bitch. Walk away. Just as I smirk triumphantly, he turns back around with a smirk of his own. Before I could even blink, I'm being lifted into the air. I feel a solid shoulder against my pelvis.
"Put me down, Brandon," I scream while punching his back.
"Shut up, Tyla."
"Put me down you motherfucker!" I slap his ass over and over again. Suddenly, I feel a hand against my butt, making me gasp. "You did not just slap my ass Brandon," I scream angrily.
"But I just did doe."
I let out an angry groan and stop struggling. Brandon takes me to the boys locker room and sets me down on the floor. I try to make a run for the door, but he quickly grabs my waist and yanks me back to his chest.
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