Chapter eight

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Jalen pov

"WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!" I hear a familar voice yell. I sigh heavily knowing exactly who it is and why he's mad. I take my practice jersey off and put on a compression tank top to replace it.

Then just like that before I could understand what was happening I'm being pushed against the wall witha tight grip around my collar.

"I should kill you man!" Devonta yells in my face. His eyes wide and furious. I knew this was going to happen at some point. I knew this was most likely going to happen today based on the news Imani and I found out a few hours ago.

Flashback starts

"repeat that shit." I say rubbing my forehead with my left finger tips. I just need to make sure I heard her right. Imani swallows hard before opening her mouth to speak.

"There are photos of us kissing on the shade room." Imani says pacing back and forth avoiding eye contact with me.  Her facial expression is a mix of sadness and confusion with a hint of fear in there. This is the last shit I was expecting especially considering everything going on.

I motion for her to hand me her phone so I can see the photos. And lo and behold there it is. Several photos of us kissing while we were out for a walk a few days ago.

"what da fuck man!" I grunt slapping my hand on the sofa cushion next to me.  Imani stops pacing and looks at me with a sad face. Her eyebrpws furrow up and lip bulges out causing her lips to pout. Her eyes swell up with tears. My heart break watching her face change so fast.

"I-i'm sorry.." She says before covering her face with her palms. I stand up from the sofa and walk over to the 23 year old. As I wrap my arms around her waist, she burries her face into my chest. My heart breaks harder as I feel her body move as she cries.

"don't cry mama." I say kissing the top of her head and rubbing my hand up and down her spine.

"But you-your mad." She says slightly lifting her head to look at me. Her eyes are stained red with wet stains flowing down her face.

"but not at you." I say dragging my thumb across her under eye to remove some of the wetness.

"deavontas gonna be so mad at us." She says. Fear running across her face and more tears begining to fill up her eyes again. I learned pretty quickly that one of Imani's  biggest fears is disappointing her brother. She hates when he's mad at her or doesn't agree with her. She just wants everything to be peachy and perfect with him and basically everyone. The world however isn't like that.

"Well cross that bridge when it happens."

Flash back over

That bridge is now here and it's time to cross it.

I expected him to be mad at us yea,but not mad enough to put his hands on me.

"I ask you if ya'll had something going on. And you looked me in my eyes and lied straight to my fuckin face!" His grip moving from my shirt to my neck. Squeezing slightly at the end. My eyebrows furrow and eyes widen.

Now I know this Nigga isn't tryna choke me. I wrap my arms around his neck in retaliation;not squeezing it tho. But trust me,if his ass squeeze my neck again he gone end up on his ground fighting for his life.

He removes his hands from my neck and I do the same. Before I could say anything,something hard hits the side of my face. I freeze;thinking.

This nigga just punched me. I grab him by the shirt and throw him against the wall.

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