JANIA JACKSON'S POV
We got to the house, and Kentrell cut off the car, hopping out.
I sighed, grabbing my stuff, and getting out following behind him.
He walked up the steps, and opened the screen door walking straight in without holding it for me.
"This bitch ass nigga" I mumble to myself as I walked up to the door trying to open it.
"Now Kentrell you know good and god damn well you could've opened the door for this girl" Ms.Sherhonda said as she saw me struggling to open it. She got up from the couch and stepped outside holding it open for me.
"Mane fuck ha" I heard him say from the kitchen.
I scrunched my face up, and sat my stuff down on the couch.
"Fuck who?" I said as I walked in the kitchen seeing him walk passed me going over to the couch, on his phone.
"YOU!" he said looking up from his phone at me.
"NAH FUCK YOU LAME ASS NIGGA" I yelled walking out the kitchen.
"What the fuck y'all got going on?" Sherhonda said with her hand on her hip at the door.
"She always got a fucking attitude. I can't even have a simple conversation with ha without her saying some slick shit, I'm really tired of ha" Kentrell said getting up from the couch.
"I have not said not one slick thing to you Kentrell, just shut up" I said shaking my head as I sat down on the over side of the couch.
"I can't even do nun nice for her ungrateful ass, I went an got a whole tattoo of her name on me but it's cool cause I'm finna go get this shit covered right now" he said heading up the stairs.
"No you didn't" Sherhonda laughed, smacking her teeth.
I didn't even pay him no mind. I just grabbed my phone starting to scroll through Instagram.
"Ma yes I did" he started as he walked down the stairs over to her.
"And look she don't een care, this the shit I be talking bout" he smacked his teeth pointing at me.
"Show me the tattoo then if you claim you really got it" I smacked my teeth dropping my phone down on my lap.
He pulled his sleeve up, and there was some saran wrap on it.
I got up, and walked over to him, lightly grabbing his arm, seeing JANIA in big letters.
"Oh! So he wasn't lying" Sherhonda said leaning in closer to his arm.
"Yeah but as soon as this shit heal i'm getting it covered up" Kentrell said nonchalantly, pulling his sleeve back down.
"Kentrell why you always gotta be so difficult, did you atlease ask her what's wrong? She probably on her period" Sherhonda explained.
"Mane she ain't on no damn period, she just crazy asl" he smacked his teeth, heading up the stairs.
Sherhonda jut sighed, shrugging her shoulders.
"I don't care, he act like I can't get mine covered her too" I shrugged, sitting back down on the couch.
"Do it, ion give no fuck" he said before slamming his room door.
So fucking dramatic
- - - THE NEXT DAY - - -
"Fuck my back" I groaned as I woke up, to my alarm.
Since me, and Kentrell weren't on good terms, I obviously wasn't sleeping in the same bed as him.
I slept on the couch.
