𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐍 gently swallowed nervously as he sat on the ground, his body positioned between Chance's legs. Her fingers lazily toyed with his tangled, nappy hair, occasionally getting caught in the tight afro.
The only reason why he was sitting between her legs was because there wasn't no where else to sit.
Dior, Rekai, Carter, and the new member of the group— Yahani was all sitting outside.
They were bored as the ever while listening to music. Justyn listened as Chance sang along to the song.
"It's the way I talk my shit? Is it the way I wear these glasses?" She rapped while nodding her head and Justyn laughed.
"Oh, you relate, huh?" He joked and she rolled her eyes while smiling.
"Real bad," She agreed while nodding her head, making him laugh even harder.
He rested his head on her thigh once his laughter died down, closing his eyes.
"Oh!" Chance slightly yelled, "Did I tell you?" She questioned and he shook his head, indicating no.
She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I got ate like it was his last meal," She told him and Justyn's jaw dropped.
He immediately changed his facial expression into a stink face before speaking.
"Ewuh, that's like.. Nasty," He said, turning his head to look at her as she laughed.
Chance pounded her right fist into her left palm, eliciting a satisfying smack that drew the group's attention. "Bro let me tell you though," she declared, a hint of mischief in her voice.
The only one who really was paying attention was Dior and Chance was fine with that.
"I swear this nigga had a girl blowing up his phone or something," She recalled and Justyn looked at her with eyebrow raised.
"How you know it was a girl?" He questioned and Chance looked at him like he was dumb.
"Why would it be a boy blowing up his phone? Be for real." She said and Dior agreed, nodding her head.
"Yeah, that's dumb. Unless he's gay or something," Dior spoke up, shrugging her shoulders and Chance pressed her middle finger and thumb together.
