Sin. {Urban Love Story}

Ꭶιи #2

Tyson

Ever since I met Kiërra I couldn't get her off my mind. There was something about her that was different. "Yo Khalil." I said.

"Hm?" He said looking up at me with barbecue sauce all over his mouth.

"And I'm suppose to be 7." Tyrone mumbled to himself.

This boy is too grown. Tyrone was my sister's kid but she was murdered about a year ago by his father.

"How long you know that girl Kiërra?" I asked while he wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Since we were little," he answered. "Her dad and my dad are real cool. Me, her and her brothers been kickin' it since we were young."

"Who's her brothers?" I asked curiously.

"Davion and Romeo." He replied while chewing on a spoonful of potato salad.

"Really!?" I practically yelled. "Romeo has a fine ass sister and I didn't know!"

"You know damn well if you try anything with that girl Romeo will chop your dick off and feed it to you," he reassured me. "And she ain't even your type"

"Whatchu mean she ain't my type?" I asked frowned.

He gave me the nigga really? look.

"She's up here with all the rich folks," he said raising his arm above his head then he lowered it. "That's you. You all the way at the bottom." Tyrone snickered and I glared at him.

"That's like labeling Kiona by her social and financial status and we all know Kiona has no high class bone in her body."

"True," he agreed and took a sip from his grape KoolAid. "Just don't get too caught up with her. Trust, it won't end well."

I don't know what he was thinking. I was feelin' shawty but I didn't want a relationship with her. I told myself I wouldn't get close to another female again, relationship wise or friendship wise. My sister Tahnae was the only female I was close with other than my mom. She was literally my best friend and I'm not ashamed to say it. When she died I didn't take it too well and even now I'm still trying to cope with her being gone. After her funeral I decided that the only woman I needed in my life was my mother.

"Tyson!" Khalil yelled snapping me outta my thoughts.

"Huh?"

He shook his head and spoke, "Imma head out, I'll holla at you later." he said and dapped me.

"Aight bruh, get home safe."

He nodded his head before turning to Tyrone. "Later lil nigga." He said roughing up his hair.

"Ugh, not the hair!" Tyrone snapped smacking his hand away. "Bye."

Khalil laughed and left.

Tyrone is my 7 year old nephew that I took under my wing after my sister got murdered. He was fair skinned with short curly hair. He was a pretty boy. He always likes to look good and fresh wherever he is. He was definitely my sister's kid.

"Pretty boy." I teased.

"Shut up!" Tyrone snapped at me.

"Tyrone, watch who you're speaking to!" My mom scolded while she strolled into the living room.

"But he started it." Tyrone wined.

"Man up boy cause I ain't raising no sissy." She gave him a stern look before sitting down on the couch.

Tyrone crossed his arms and slouched back into the couch. "Ma, what you know about Pastor Johnson's granddaughter?" I asked.

"That lil girl is bad news," My mom with a disturbed look on her face. "She got too much of her momma ways."