Hellooo! this chapter was meant to be up earlier in the week but somehow it got deleted so I had to rewrite it 😭😭 but anyways don't forget to Like, Comment and Share THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN UPDATED AS OF 2024 💕💕
After the fight, Leah and Ashlee both had to be sent to the hospital. Tekkz managed to convince them to lie about what happened, sparing Vanessa and me from potential trouble.
"Sydney, come take a picture of me, please," Merkz called out, holding his phone toward me.
"Why me?" I groaned
Truthfully I didn't want to take his picture since I was having the time of my life curled up on one of the living room chairs going through Slaughters Instagram and looking at the profile of every thirsty girl who left a comment, cussing them internally in the process
"Cause I don't ever complain when you ask me to take yours" He kissed his teeth
"Okay, fine," I sighed, locking my screen and grabbing his phone. "Where do you want them?"
"On that same chair you're sitting on," he laughed.
"Merkz, man," I rolled my eyes, laughing. "Why can't you just stand there and let me sit here?"
"Sydney, get up, bruv," he said, playfully dragging me up.
I let him pull me up, and he promptly took my seat.
"Oh, wait," Merkz stopped me as I was about to start, grabbing a Hennessy bottle from the table beside the chair. "Calm, I'm rea-"
I didn't even give him a chance to finish before I started snapping pictures, hoping they'd come out bad so he wouldn't ask me again.
"Sydney," he snapped, "I wasn't even ready, you mug."
"Ooo, these are coming out so nice," I teased him, carelessly continuing to take pictures.
"Gimme my phone," he leaned towards me and snatched it out of my hand.
"That was rude!" I exclaimed, gasping dramatically.
He ignored me, swiping through the pictures. "Hold on, ayy, this one's cold!" he exclaimed upon finding a picture he liked. "I don't know how you did it, but these pictures are actually hard," he continued swiping. "To be honest, I'm not surprised. I'm the sexiest nigga alive, so it makes sense."
"Bye," I laughed. "That's not true."
"What's not true?" he looked up at me.
"That you're the sexiest nigga alive," I said in a duh tone. "Slaughter is."
"Ahh, you're a beg," he kissed his teeth. "You're too delusional to see that he looks like a rat with tattoos."
"A RAT?" I screamed before we both burst out laughing. "Merkz, I'm telling."
"So not only are you a beg, but you're also a snitch? Say nuttin. I thought we were close, but clearly not," he shook his head."You're not about to talk shit about my babe and get away with it" I shrugged as I threw myself next to him on the large seat
"Whatever Sydney you simp" He pushed my head
"Merkz! I've just done my hair mind your hands" I fussed
"Stop being a baby" He tapped his heavy hand on my freshly installed wig which I had changed from the curly one not long ago
"This one's going on the gram though" He shoved his phone in my face "What do you think?"
