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We consisted in the next few moments by yelling at each other. Our faces flourished with shock as it happened, as if we were seeing each other with two heads on our shoulders. My voice became tired after a while, though. I was never a yeller. I'd say tone recently surpassed the whisperer level. So, gradually, I lowered my volume. Hopefully, that'll ease the strain and sore feeling I'll surely experience in my throat soon.
Didn't think I'd need to pack a Ricola for this trip. So be it.
Eventually, DeVantè followed suit with my action. He shared the same idea. Soon, our lips quickly shut, ending our hollering battle. I'd say we did it in sync if I didn't know better.
I guess there was no winner.
"What the fuck are you doing in my room?!" His deep voice harshly questioned. "Are you that obsessed wit me?" Suddenly, his light eyes filled with fury flicked down below him.
I trailed his focus, glancing to see his sweatpants barely over his waist, making his V-line visible. The sight made me extend my eyelids. I had never seen one so close in person. My breath hitched. It was so perfectly shaped. That had to take a while to craft. Curiosity got the best of me. I explored further down to see a print coming from inside his pants. Between his legs was something long and thick. It made me experience an unfamiliar throbbing sensation between my legs. The room began to grow hot, making me frantically fan myself.
What is happening to me? Never did I think that I'd be going through this about a boy who hates my guts. I didn't know whether to like it or hate it.
DeVantè glanced up to notice my uncomfortable, questionable behavior. He speedily turned around and glanced down. His arms fiddled below him for a few seconds before his slender body spun around to reveal his sweats back over his waist, with the strings tightly tied together.
Immediately, I escaped my thoughts. "Your room? What are you doing in my room?" I retaliated by flipping the script. "And who's obsessed nigga? You're the one lookin' crazy by breaking into other people's rooms like some creep!"
He chuckled. "Says the girl who was just peekin' at my dick a few seconds ago." As his face carried a teasing expression, his arms crossed.
My mouth flew open upon his blunt statement. It caught me off guard. No words exited my lips. They were too ashamed to. I touched my cheeks, feeling how warm they were. If I could see myself right now, I'd assume they were red.
"You wasn't even tryna hide it either...wit' yo pervert ass."
"N-no, I-I wasn't...It-it was just...there..." I stammered my confession at the carpet, lifting my shoulders. I couldn't bear his expression any longer. "Shut up!"
