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"So, when you gon' be mine?" Lex's voice hit my ears, slick as oil. I didn't even bother turning around. The audacity.
Little does she know, she ain't nothing but a clown for my entertainment. Straight jokes. Respectfully, she a hoe well, disrespectfully. Lex been passed around more than a blunt at a kickback. Ain't no way I'm adding my name to that roster.
Yeah, I said Amare pussy a party, but Lex? Lex pussy a whole block party, and that strap she swear by? That's just extra balloons and streamers. But me? I'm not finna RSVP.
"You ain't hear me?" she asked, stepping closer like she was doing something.
"I heard you," I said dryly, not even glancing her way.
"So?"
"So what?"
"What you mean, 'so what'?" Now she was getting bold, voice dripping with attitude.
I finally turned around, deadpan. "The answer is never, Lex. You a hoe. I ain't tryna wife no hoe, and I damn sure ain't wasting my time trying to tame one."
Her smirk faltered, but only for a second. Then she leaned back, licking her bottom lip, acting like she was unbothered. "Yea, aii. Keep playing."
I rolled my eyes.
Bitches swear they scare somebody.
I was about to say something else, but out the corner of my eye, I spotted Kiera storming down the hallway like she was on a mission to burn the whole school down. I barely caught the wild look in her eyes before she ducked into the back staircase.
Fuck. Not the back staircase. That's where niggas be on straight demon time, smoking, fighting, even fucking. Last thing I needed was to walk in on somebody clapping cheeks.
"Fuck," I muttered, brushing past her and following Kiera.
"KK!" I called out, using her middle name.
She whipped around so fast I thought she was finna swing on me. Her face was tight, lips trembling, and I could see the tears threatening to spill. But it wasn't just sadness. Nah, this was something else. Anger. Pure rage.
"I'm finna kill that bitch," she spat, dropping down on the steps and bouncing her leg like she was trying to hold herself back.
"Kill who?" I asked, sitting next to her, lowkey trying not to touch the crusty-ass stairs.
