Anaya
"NY COME SHOW ZAHIR TO HIS ROOM" my mom yelled out.
I rolled my eyes so hard.
"Now I gotta talk to this nigga ?" I said to myself.
I put on some shorts and went downstairs.
"Ok ma" I said and went back upstairs while Zahir followed.
I glanced back and he was looking at my ass.
Tf.
Anyways I went to our guest room.
"This your room I guess. Um the bathroom is right there by my room and the linen closet is in the bathroom" I told him.
"What's with the attitude ? As much as you don't fwm I don't fwy either" he mugged.
"And that's the exact reason why I have a attitude, you always mugging" I mugged him back.
"Maybe because yo attitude is bad" He said.
"You don't know shït about me nigga so I'd advise you to stfu" I said frowning.
"Look as long as we in this house we don't gotta talk to each other because I could care less" I got in my face.
He smelled so good a bitch got wet.
"Good. I don't wanna talk to you. I barely even know you. What's yo name again ? Nahzir ?" I said tryna get under his skin.
He visibly got upset.
"What's yo name ugly Betty ?" He smirked.
I gaped my mouth open.
Now he know I ain't ugly.
He left me standing there as he went in his room and closed the door.
I went in mines but left the door open while I got some clothes ready for my shower.
This might be a long night.
