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"𝗥𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿" 𝗯𝘆𝗝𝗵𝗲𝗻é 𝗔𝗶𝗸𝗼
"Nigga, you good?" Y/N asked, placing her PlayStation controller on the table once she saw how frightened her younger cousin looked as he was staring down at the floor, panting.
"Aye man, you came in my crib sweatin' all out of breath and shit like you shook or something, so what the fuck is it?" Her eyebrows slightly furrowed, Monté ran his hands through his hair, cursing underneath his breath.
"I fucked up, Y/N." Monté finally spoke, his leg began to bounce lightly against the hardwood floor, and the girl's eyebrows furrowed even more, but now in a questioning manner.
"What'chu talkin' about, Monté?"
"It's this girl I fucked on and ghosted weeks ago, but today somehow she found a way to call my phone knowing I blocked her, and she got the nerve to tell me she pregnant with my baby." He explained, and Y/N chuckled to herself, shaking her head.
"That's not funny, bro, the amount of niggas I heard she fucked around the block; she knows that child isn't mine, plus I used a condom and I pulled out on time." The boy stated, now looking directly at Y/N, and she squinted her eyes.
"So that's what this is about? You scared of a bitch now?" Y/N asked rhetorically before laughing, making him roll his eyes in annoyance.
"Shut up, fool. Anyway, I told her it wasn't mine, so stop calling my fuckin' phone, and I hung up. I guess she told her weak ass brother because this nigga had the nerve to pull up at my spot talkin' bout' he finna beat my ass."
"Well, did you win?" Monté glared at her only for her to raise an eyebrow, still curious.
"Yes, I did. Damn, is that all you worried about?" He said with a small frown forming on his face, and Y/N just shrugged in response.
"I'm trying to make sure my lil brother ain't go out like no punk, and plus you won, so what'chu tweakin' off of?" The girl questioned, scrunching her face up, and Monté shook his head.
