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"Man what the fuck yo bitch ass doing here bruh" Nardo gritted his teeth and stood up, eyeing Kentrell up and down.
"Fuck else Imma be at a college for?"
Trying to not start an issue, Nardo just laid back down in his bed, turning his back to his enemy.
"Look who done went soft... Thought you was a killer. What happened to all that?" Kentrell asking taking the items out of his bag.
"I left that shit in my past. I'm a new person now. Sort of." He said still facing away from him.
Kentrell looked over at the younger and let out a slight smile. "So we can leave our issues in the past then?"
"Fuck no. I don't give a fuck if you're my roommate or not, I still don't fuck witcho dent head ass." Nardo said turning his attention back to Kentrell.
"Say bitch, watch your mouth." Kentrell walked over to Nardo and gripped his arm, getting lost in his thoughts.
This nigga still mad I fucked his bitch.
Pulling away, Nardo grabbed his blanket putting it over his head as a sign to be left alone. He had been learning to not allow things to trigger him into reverting back to the person he once was. So even if that meant letting Kentrell think he won, he had to do whatever he could to protect himself.
"Man, I'm sorry I fucked Aisha. Real shit, I know that was your girl and it was fucked up for me to fuck her."
The silence in the room grew as Nardo gave no reaction to the apology. In his mind, he felt agitated but thankful that he finally received an apology.
"Go die bruh." Nardo retaliated, getting deeper under the blanket.
•••
Nardo's phone began to ring and he hesitated to answer. As he went to pick it up, he realized it wasn't in the same spot.
"Hello?" A voice spoke from inside the bathroom.
"Nah he sleep. What's up tho?"
I just know this nigga Kentrell ain't answer my fucking phone.
Nardo felt a shift in his mood with Kentrell being around. It was a mix of anger but also relief as he was at least around someone he was familiar with. They both grew up in the same city so he knew that no matter how much they don't get along, if anyone would understand him it would be Kentrell.
Nardo twisted the door handle, quickly closing the door back after seeing Kentrell.
"Nigga I know you not butt naked talking on my fucking phone." The image of Kentrell naked with his member hardened was burnt into Nardo's head.
This nigga gay as fuck. Ain't nobody tryna see that shit bruh.
A few moments passed, and Kentrell finally made his way out the bathroom. He wrapped a white towel around his waist, water dripping from his chest.
