Bad.

C H A P T E R |12|

Enfinity.

Me and Brandon snuck back into the house last night and he crashed in my room. He threw the stuff on Kamilla's bed out the window and after s hour it started pouring down raining. He even knocked her stuff off her nightstand and brought some of his stuff up.

"She's gonna want to beat your ass." I laughed.

"Let her. She knows not to fuck with a real pimp."

"Yeah which is why she'd fight you."

"You're so lame. Stop trying. Take a nap or something."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't you have a room to go to."

"I live here now roomy."

"You paying rent?"

"I get a best friend discount. Free for life."

I scoffed. "I'm getting an eviction notice. Be out by tomorrow."

"Why so you can let your little boyfriend move in?"

I sat up and crossed my legs facing him. "What's up with you Brandon?"

"Nothing."

"Don't give me that bullshit. You went from wanting me to take him to hating him for expressing his feelings for me."

"Ain't nothing fucking wrong with me. Chill out."

He rolled over and faced the other direction. I rolled my eyes and got out of bed and left the room. I don't have the patience to be dealing with ignorance. When he decides he wants to tell me what the fuck his problem is then I'll be there to listen. I hate when people constantly bug me asking what's wrong so I'm not fond of being a hypocrite and doing that to him. right now, I'll just give him his space.

I walked downstairs to the living room and sat down on the couch. The TV was already turned on so I scrolled through the guide and turned to spongebob.

The triplets came down. The girls say on the other end on the couch and the boy sat on the floor. They are never separated. I wonder do they even know how to breathe without each other.

"Hi." The one closest to me said. I glanced at her and nodded my head then turned back to the TV.

"You're Kamilla right?"

"Incorrect."

"Oh. What's your name?"

"Nicki Minaj."

"Nobody asked for your sarcasm." the boy spoke up.

"And nobody asked for 11 year olds to talk to me."

"We're 13."

"I didn't ask. Nor do I care. Please refrain from talking to me if you value your time in this house."

"Nobody wants to fucking be here. you think we asked for this?"

"Lord, please don't let these children get into their life stories."

"What the fuck is your problem? All Jaela did was say hi." The other girl jumped in.

"Wow. Didn't think you knew those big words."
I sighed and calmed down. Pinching the bridge of my nose I let out a breath. "I'm not in the mood. I tend to be overly rude a lot."

"Look we won't talk to you anymore alright."

"It's fine. Your Javon right?" He nodded. "And Jaela since she said your name.. Then, um.. Jordan right?" They both nodded.

"Well welcome to the house."

"Thanks." Jordan mumbled.