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Alycia
I woke up feeling extra hot for some reason until I realized I was being cuddled.
I looked behind me seeing Kentrell sleeping peacefully with his arms wrapped around me.
I smiled shaking my head, he just doesn't know how to leave me alone does he?
I haven't really spoken to him in a few days mainly because I was mad and jealous.
I've noticed that Horace has been giving me the cold shoulder too for some reason.
"Kentrell," I shrugged my shoulder tryna wake him up.
I reached my hand back pinching his thigh since I couldn't really move from how tight he was holding me.
He started to move in his sleep but he didn't fully wake up, I slapped his thigh hella hard causing him to suck his teeth.
"Kentrell get up," I tried to unwrap his arms from around me so he tightened his grip.
"Kentrell lemme go," I tried wiggling outta his arms.
"Whatchu wan' me ta' letchu go fa'?" He asked in a raspy voice causing fat ma to get a lil too excited.
"To get ready duh," I said in a duh tone.
"Imma just pretend you ain't say dat," he said but still didn't lemme go.
"Can you lemme go?"
"Nah, I'm making up fa' lost time." He said and I scrunched my face up in confusion.
"What are you even talking about?"
"Say, so you just gon' act like you wasn't ignoring me fa' da past few days?" He asked and I sucked my teeth.
"Really?"
"Yes really. If you was mad dat I so call was talkin' ta' anotha' bitch den you should'a asked me 'bout it," he said and he was right.
"I'm not talking to you about this," I tried ending the conversation but he wasn't having it.
"Nah let's talk 'bout it. Da bitch you mad I was talkin' ta' was gay. I still sell drugs ya' kno'?" He finally lemme go as he sat up looking down on me.
Not gon' lie, I felt bad knowing I ignored him for no reason.
"If ya' so worried bout me gettin' anotha' bitch why you actin' like ya' wouldn't date me?" He asked and I didn't have an answer for him.
I had my reasons I just didn't wanna tell him.
"I don't know," I shrugged playing with my hands looking away from him.
"You gon' lock in wimme or you gon' get jealous er'time you see me talkin' ta' a bitch coz you think I wan' dem?" He asked lifting my head up with his index finger.
