(18+) These Three Words | A DeVanté Swing Fanfiction

Chapter 31: Size is Everything

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December 28, 1998

~Dalvin's P.O.V~

After coming from a long day out with the family and extended family, we all just decided to chill in the basement. I have no fucking idea where DeVanté is because this nigga ain't been answering his phone for nobody. Being out all day tired out all of the kids, so they're all taking a nap. Thank God, because those kids are bad as hell! Them being a part isn't that big of a deal, but all of them together and them being close in age, phew!

The older people are upstairs doing whatever they're doing, while Yasir, Ashari, Derek, Maria, and I are all downstairs. Oh, and Yasir's girl is in here as well. Throughout the whole day, I noticed Yasir throwing me odd looks like some weird ass nigga. Something is wrong with that nigga for sure. Throughout Yasir and Derek's game of pool, he kept throwing me those same looks. Right now, Yasir and I are playing some air hockey, and this nigga is aggressive as hell.

"Nigga, you okay?" I asked him once our round was over.

"Why I gotta be a nigga?" Yasir shrugged like he was irritated.

"A'ight. My bad, man. You good?" I questioned. "You been mean muggin' me all damn day and for what?" My eyebrows furrowed for a split second.

His jaw clenched, with that same ugly-ass mean mug. He looked over at Ashari and I know that because she is behind me, sitting down in a chair that was pretty far from where I'm standing and she was the only one on that side. Plus, he's been doing the same damn thing with her two.

"So you fuckin' THIS lame ass nigga!?" Yasir motioned towards Ashari, raising his voice.

"What the hell is talkin' about?" Derek said confused.

Looking behind myself and I glanced at Ashari.

"Excuse me? Are you talking to me?" Ashari said with a hand on her chest

I looked back at Yasir and backed up so I won't be snapping my neck to look at who was currently speaking. Yasir threw his air hockey puck down onto the table.

"You break it, you buy that shit, but you probably didn't get them because you showed up late and..." I trailed off. "Uninvited I'm guessing that last part based on things I have witnessed."

"Nigga, I WAS invited here just like the rest of y'all!" Yasir yelled.

"You aggressive for no fuckin' reason. Chill the fuck out," I laughed it off, lightening the mood.

"Nigga, you don't tell me how the fuck to act when you smilin' in my fuckin face, but fuckin' my ex! I thought you was cool, but apparently not!" Yasir said raising his voice even more.

Ashari stood up and she was clearly upset. "If we are fuckin', so? What the fuck do that gotta do with YOU!? It ain't none of yo gotdamn business" Ashari stood up. "Nigga, you don't run shit over here. Last time I checked, you was in a relationship. So why the hell the topic of discussion is me and who I'm doin'?" She pointed at herself.

"Right, you just disrespectin' the girl you with for someone who's supposed to be your past. Someone you claim you can't stand and have been actin' cold towards." I replied to him, then glanced at Bianca. "But you ain't got no respect for yourself to tell this nigga about himself," I told Bianca.