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No One's POV 📍The AIR BNB "..It doesn't mean I want you..I don't. You got some high hopes." ----------------
That same night...
Von threw punches, directly hitting Isaiah in the face. His veins popped out of his fist, and the smooth rings on his knuckles connected with Isaiah's jaw. Von panted, the balls of sweat rolling down his neck. His basketball shorts were dropping slowly, his boxers showing briefly. The neck of his shirt was low, from the constant motion of being pulled. Isaiah hissed with each hit, taking it like a man but suddenly taking his hand and grabbing Von's dreads. Isaiah got up on top of Von, crouching over him, his mouth bloody and his lower lip hung.
"Stop. This. SHIT Von." Isaiah said with each punch, not giving a damn anymore. Isaiah was in a burrow of anger, his lip snarled and his hand cramped.
Von cuffed his hand, throwing an uppercut to Isaiah's jaw and standing up quickly. "You knew what we had going on bitch ass nigga." Von spoke fiercely, his eyes low and red. Isaiah panted, the room was hot and the two boys were in a drought of heat.
Currently, they were in the middle of the living room of Jasmine's Air BNB. Jasmine, Aaliyah, and Elijah were outside, enjoying the cool of the backyard pool. This night, being 102 degrees, wasn't one of the times to start fighting in the middle of nowhere.
This didn't start just now... they've been going at it for about 10 minutes. That night, Von dropped Jasmine back at the house after their date and Aaliyah had a conversation with Elijah, getting back on better terms. Not only Jasmine, Aaliyah, and Elijah but Von and Isaiah were dying of heat, so they all decided it'd be a good idea to go outside and enjoy a late-night pool.
The LEDs were turned on, and everything was going right. Jasmine, Aaliyah, and Elijah were in the pool playing Marco Polo. Yet, it was tense and the air was thick with emotions. All it took was for Isaiah to go inside to grab towels and Von to follow...
Von grabbed Isaiah's shirt, pushing him off and throwing one last punch. He was drained out, face bruised, and tired as fuck. He stumbled back, his veins popping out of his forehead. "I told yo ass to back off my girl. What happened to bro code?" Von asked, panting constantly, wiping his mouth. He hunched over, breathing and opening and closing his fist repeatedly. "Girls. Correction." Isaiah hissed back, but as he was about to speak again, his head was thrown back and he collapsed onto the floor.
Von's eyes grew wide, and he stumbled back two more times, taking a moment to realize what just happened. Was he dead? Did I just murder someone? Maybe he was just knocked out. Von's thoughts raced a hundred miles per hour. He ran back, opened the sliding door, and raced down the patio steps towards the pool. "Isaiah passed out." He said with a puff, bending down and breathing.
The faces of the three participants in the pool dropped, all rushing to get out. As Aaliyah and Elijah got out of the pool, sliding on their Crocs, and rushing inside, Jasmine ran over to Von.
