If I Ain't Got You

•3

17, tight jeans, and she bought it
Wife beater T, pretty teeth,
Yeah she got them
Her body commands your attention
Can I take you out
I'll pay for it
Girl I gotta know
Are you for it?
I'm hoping that your momma don't mind
Cause girl I gotta make you mine yeah
Girl give me the chance, Imma take it
Yeah I know I'm young, but I'll make it
I just gotta know
Is this love
Girl I gotta know
Is this real
Girl I gotta know
Is it you taking over my heart
Is this love?
All my girls and them, I gotta give it up
My playing days are over, I gotta hang it up
I gotta know
I gotta know
Is this love?
: Is This Love by Chris Brown

             A Month Later
               Kyren P.O.V.

          "Bruh shut up. We both go to gym right now. It ain't my fault you play basketball," I told Lil King.

           "Nigga my coach ain't even here today," he said.

          "Then why you bitching?" I asked.

          "I don't feel like seeing Ashaia. That bitch too thirsty," he said. I just looked at him.

          "So you scared of a whore?" I asked him. 

           "No. I just don't want her and she fails to understand that," he said.

          "I'll set her ass straight," I assured him.

          "Aite bet. Race ya to gym," he said.

         "Bet nigga," I shrugged.

          "Leggo leggo!" He yelled and we shot off.

            I was past him a bit so I looked back at him and felt somebody hit me and fall. I looked down and the girl looked unconscious. "Oh shit," I groaned.

           "Ooh King. I'm calling ma," he said pulling out his phone. I bent down to touch the girl. And her eyes popped open.  She had big marble brown eyes. Her skin was like a goldish brownish color. Her nose was perfect and she had high cheek bones. I've never seen her around before.

            "Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you," she said trying to stand.  "Umm," she said cause I was just staring at her and so was Lil King. She tried to get up, but stumbled and I snapped out of my trance and grabbed her.

           "Oh that's my fault. We were racing. Usually nobody is in the hallway at this time," I smirked.

          "And you might need to get that head checked out. But don't worry our mom is on the way here," he said.

           "Your mom," I replied.

          "Man quit bitching," he mumbled.

          "Nah you the bitch. Ooh King call mama. Sounding like a straight pussy," I laughed. He cut his eyes at me.

          "Gay ass," I said.

         "Suck my dick," he said.

         "Bitch I knew you was gay," I said.