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13

》Delvin Ross

I scoot closer to him, "and don't call me baby, sugar baby gay enough." I mug Ray.

"Mhm mhm."

Ray pulls his other pen out, "youon like me callin you baby, baby?"

Ma heart beats in my chest a little and ma face feels a little hotter but I hide it with a stank face.

"No so stop calling me dat."

"Well I'm not letting you hit it until you let me." He crosses his arms, fake pouting. Ain't no way.

"Ray, you're joking right?" I start laughing, nigga look like a big ahh baby.

"I promise you I'm not." He chuckled showing his white teeth.

I mean would it matter? It's just a word, and I lowkey kinda fuck wit it...

"Fine, but not in front of anyone else."

He smiles, "come closer." I scoot so close ma knees are touching his leg. He hits his pen and grabs my neck again.

Why does he keep doing that?...And why do I keep letting him?

Ray inhales the smoke without doing dat trick he always does and I open ma mouth. He inches closer to me and blows out the rest into my mouth.

He watches me inhale it the best way I can before I start coughing again. And it's worse than the first time.

It's hurts so bad. So bad but I wanna get used to it. I wanna know what it feels like, but ion know if ma throat can take this.

"W-Water—" I coughed hitting the bed. Ray got up, dropping his keys and stuff on the bed, "in the ice box?" He asks.

I shake ma head still coughing like crazy. He leaves the room while I try looking for some water around ma room.

There's nothing.

I repeatedly clear my throat trying to get rid of the burning feeling.

I almost sit back on the bed until I realize how much it smells like weed in here. Fuck.

I get up and walk to my dresser to get some of my cologne and perfume. When I find the one I want and turn around Ray is already in the room, which scares the shit out of me.

"Damn nigga! Don't scare me like dat." I roll ma eyes. He laughs and lifts up the water bottle he got me.

"Thanks," I grab it from him making him give me a funny look. I stop in my tracks.

"What?"

"No kiss?" He says.

"Boy get the fuck on." I mush his head. Gay ass. I drink a little from the water bottle before spraying the room.

"Does it smell like weed in here?" I ask.

"Hell yeah." He hops on my bed, no hesitation. That makes me spray ma room even more and make sure the windows are opened.

I grab a pillow and start fanning the air.

》Rayner Johnson

I stare at Delvin while he fans the air. What the fuck is he doing? I'm way too gone for this.

"Baby, Whatchu doing ova there?" I ask making him pause, look at me, den keep goin'.

I know damn well he heard me. I mean ion blame him because it do smell like weed in here but ma baby being too paranoid.

"C'mere and sit down wit me baby, it don't smell dat bad. Just keep the window open."

"Alright." He gets one last fan in before tossing the pillow on the bed. He sits down on his bed and stares at me.

"Yes baby?" I look back at him because I already knows what he wants. I'm abusing the fuck out of the word baby whenever we together now.

"I think I'm hungry."

"Let's go to the liquor store?" I say more like a question. He nods his head and gets up. I join him and we both go downstairs.

Shit I'm hungry too. Del slips on his Yeezy slides and grabs him a jacket on the couch.

"You wanna drive?" I ask him. He turns around all excited.

"Yeah—Wait I just realized you high, ma fault." I change my mind and open the driver's door. He mugs the fuck out of me while standing still.

I laugh and get in the car, "Del you can't even drive like that, so I'm not finna let you drive high. Sorry to burst yo bubble baby."

Del goes to the passenger side of the car, gets in and closes the door. I close mine and start the car.

On the way to the store Del doesn't say one word which is weird because he always talking to me about something.

He do seem a little quiet.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, ma dad was finna get off of work and I just didn't wanna be home lowkey. But I am hungry though." He adds quickly after.

"Yeah I know you is." I smile, though I wonder what type of relationship him and his father has. They don't seem to get along very well.

Del ain't really give him the same energy he gave his mom that day he had his game.

But again, it ain't ma business.

"You wanna stay wit me til yo high end?" I ask him once I parked the car. The liquor store wasn't far at all, literally around the corner.

"Yeah." He answered and started cheesing. Oh so he just wanna spend time wit me.

"You know you just wanna spend time with me." I pull my keys out the ignition.

"Dat too." I hear him mumble while getting out the car, thinking I wouldn't hear him.

Yeah okay.

I get out with him and we both walk into the store together. Del turns around when we get inside and looks up at me with low red eyes.

Nigga so fucking sexy. I bite ma lip unconsciously staring down at him. My new favorite look on him. High asf.

"Get whatever you want." I say causing him to smile.

"Thanks," he turns back around "and get the gutta out yo head nigga."

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A/N

Fuck whatever I was finna say, ma phone on 1%😭

Bye

Srry for late upload, I'll upload tmw.

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