Imani Wynter Solace | Mani
08:00PM✎: "Huh? Why is that nigga at your house?"
"Because he's my friend?" I answered in a sarcastic tone cause what other reason would I have a nigga at my house for?
"Ight. Imma call someone else since you busy" he mumbled into the phone.
"Wait wait wait wait" I repeated my brain still tryna to process what the fuck is happening right now. "Are you mad cause a friend is over at my house?" I back tracked.
"Nah but I'll see you at school yea?" And with that he hung which put me in a bad mood cause who said I was finished talking and why is he mad that I'm with Saint? The lil nigga ain't hurting nobody.
Scoffing I put my phone back on charge and put it on do not disturb I pulled the covers over my head ready to fall asleep. "You still talking to that lame ass nigga?"
"That lame nigga is a best friend of fifteen years" I mumbled in response.
"Hm that ain't good enough" Saint said sounding so displeased with the information I just told him. Turning over I looked up at him resting on my elbow he looked down at me as he slouched in the bed.
"Why ain't that good enough? I don't think I could tolerate you for fifteen years of my life" I slightly shrugged as I stared at his features.
He put his thumb on my lip as he leaned downwards "hm we gon see bout that" as he attached his lips to my own pulling away tucking my bottom lip in my mouth.
"How many girls you said that to?"
"A few" he carelessly shrugged as his eyes went back to the TV.
That'll do it.
Getting up of the bed I heard him chuckle behind me as I left the room to go see what everyone else was doing but I was mostly looking for my mum to find to ask for some advice about the whole situation.
"Momma?!" I yelled walking around the house not seeing her in the kitchen, I tried the living and she weren't there "where the hell is this lady at?" I muttered to myself as I got to my parents bedroom I knocked on the door and invited myself in.
I saw my dad sitting at the edge of the bed taking his tie off whilst the shower was being run in the back my moms was definitely in there. "Hey dad" I greeted moving to lay down on their bed; the shower stopped.
"What you doing up in here?" He questioned taking his tie and throwing it over his work clothes.
"What so I can't talk to my parents no more?" I mugged him watching my moms come out the bathroom with a towel tightly wrapped around her body.
"Hey baby" my moms greeted moving from her closet to kiss my forehead.
"Hey mom, but this is who I came to talk to so please get out" I waved at him as he mugged me in response.
"And you wonder why I don't like your dumbass" he muttered under his breath as he stood up from the edge of the bed which then his sneaky ass remark resulted in my moms slapping the shit outta him with her top.
"Watch your mouth" and with more slap he was out of the bedroom.
"Mom I'm in troubleee" I whined as I flopped back down on the bed.
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Teen Fiction𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢. - "So you really gon choose him over me?" He questioned and I just wanted to leave this claustrophobic mess cause where the fuck did he gather I want Saint from...