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*not edited sorry for the mistakes*
"When I tell you this you got to promise to not get mad ok?" I asked kentrell as he walked around my living room.
He was here to pick up Imani's dog and her dog only.
"Can't keep no fuckin' promises. Wassup though?" He stopped and eyed me. I bit the inside of my cheek knowing there wasn't no escaping this.
"N-nothing" I shook my head walking away to go get the dog's bag. I heard footsteps from behind me meaning Kentrell followed me.
"Say, Jania, stop fuckin' playing mane. You gone tell me or what? I got shit ta' do after this" He mugged me sitting on a barstool. I gulped some spit down my throat nodding my head.
"Well- I had a talk with Imani earlier and she told me" I paused. He groaned.
"She told me how she lost her virginity" I blurted out quickly before covering my mouth realizing what I just did. He started hysterically laughing like something I said was funny.
He stopped laughing and tilted his head at me. I could've sworn I send his right eye twitch. "If you playing Jania tell me right now. I'll flash out and kill you, her, and whoever that nigga is. Who the fuck the nigga is?"
"Yungin? Pyungin?" I nervously shrugged. He stood up fast almost knocking the chair over. He rushed out of the kitchen and I grabbed his arm before he could leave out the front door.
"Ay say, Jania, let me go before I do something I regret" He gritted through his teeth
"No, no Kentrell don't go say anything. I wasn't even supposed to tell you, it's not that big of a deal"
"Huh? Fuck you mean ain't ah big of a deal? We talking about my 15 year old daughta right now. Doing too much about my daughta, you stupid bitch? Mane naw move Jania." He yelled banging his fist against the wall.
"Ok, kentrell fine I'll let you go. Just remember she's sensitive." I stepped back a little.
"Ion' give a fuck. Both of y'all sneaky as fuck for not telling me. I swea' if yo' ass wasn't my babymotha I'd slap the fuck out yo ass." He spat out bucking at me. "If this test don't come out positive on dump I'm beating the fuck outta her"
"What test?" I scrunched up my face. What is he even talking about? I watched as he pulled out his phone and put it up to his ear.
"This hymen test I'm bout to take Imani to," He told me before walking out the front door slamming it.
