Unexpected//Fezco

07| Do me a favor?

Recap

She pulled one of her glocks from behind the cleaning supplies, turning the safety off and resting her finger on the trigger guard.

She took a slow deep breath, slowly unlocking the bathroom door. Opening it quickly. She scanned the room, noticing her window was open.

'Well shit.' She thought.

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Song: "Poetic Justice" by Kendrick Lamar.

⚠️warning, sexual content ahead⚠️

She took a step forward, feeling a presence next to her, she quickly turned and held the gun to the person's head.

"Chill bruh! It's only me!" yelled Fezco, putting his hands in the air in defense.

"Oh my fucking god, don't ever try shit like that. You lucky i didn't blow your fucking brains out!" she said, pointing the gun away from the two.

She quickly turned the safety back on before speaking .

"You know what, call it even. You coulda killed me, i coulda killed you."

Fezco let out a small chuckle,
"I came to check on you, since yo ass wasn't answering your damn phone." he said, causing Reina to roll her eyes.

Fezco looked around the room, admiring the small things littered all over the place. He looked at her bookshelf, she had a few pictures scattered on the shelves. He saw her desk that had her makeup on it, a mirror with twinkle lights around the rim.

He looked at the floor, seeing the same forest green sweater on the floor.
"Wouldn't you be embarrassed if you admitted to smelling a girls sweater and then getting no response?" She said putting the glock on her bedside table.

"I didn't know how to respond! Most people don't like how weed smells." he sighed, "It just caught me off guard. I'm sorry."

Reina began laughing, Fezco giving her a confused look.

"You don't have to apologize, I just got embarrassed." she walked over to the sweater, bending over to grab it.

She quickly stood when she remembered she'd only been wearing a baggy t-shirt and underwear.

She turned around, seeing Fezco's red face. She looked into his wide blue eyes,
"Sorry," she whispered. Walking over to him.

"Here you go, so you don't have to come back tomorrow." She spoke softly, handing him the sweater, he slowly grabbed it from her .

Purposely grazing his fingers on her hand, he wanted to leave his touch on her. He began smiling, letting a small giggle out.

As Reina stood in front of Fezco, he placed his hand on the small of her back. Pulling her closer into him, their bodies pressed up against each other.

She felt his slight bulge twitch against her stomach. While he felt her stiffened nipples harden against his chest. He leaned down, hovering over her lips.

They stared into each other's eyes, they both wanted each other. The tension that built up from the store, to the party, and when Reina was in his house was incredible large.

It was 2:47 in the morning. And there they stood.

Without knowing, they were both thinking the same thing.