My Bad Ass White Boy

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*Edited*

Saturday Night

Jaylah

I've sat against my head board shooting five stars worth of cops on Grand Theft Auto. This was basically my day summed up from 10:30 am til now and it was six pm. I haven't heard from Christian all day. I did texted him to come over and which at one thirty he responded, "I'll be there in a while." I probably gotten up from my spot three times because of the piss break, another piss break and a shower, and for the pizza delivery guy.

I laughed at the cops inability to kill me because of the invincibility cheat I had on Franklin. I also had explosive punches and I was running around punching random people. I had legitimate tears in my eyes. I'm such an asshole.

My phone dinged.

White boy 🥰: Open your front door.

I paused the game and walked downstairs. I opened the door and was met with white boy with a black eye and scratches on his face.

He walked past me and didn't even say a word. I couldn't even react to him being rude for greeting me due to his face being fucked up. I watched him limp into the kitchen. Whoever did that shit to him, I'm glad they whooped his rude ass.

I sat on my counter and watched him grab ingredients for a sandwich. I just looked at his face as he made his sandwich. After three minutes, he bit into his sandwich.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" He said with his mouth full.

"First of all, where are my manners? I mean you walk into my house, eat my food and I didn't even have a chance to say hello to you." I took his sandwich out of his hand. "Hello Christian." I said sarcastically.

"My fault Sweetheart, I just had a bad day." I bit into his sandwich.

"Mhm." I said while chewing. "I can tell." I looked at the bruises on his face. I sighed. I handed his sandwich back. I got off of the counter and went to get a clean dish cloth with a little bit of ice. "Get up on the counter." I demanded. He did what was demanded. I stood in between his legs and rested the ice cloth on his temple. "You probably don't want me to ask this question but what happened?"

He sighed. "We had a robbery at the trap. I got jumped by three dudes, but we caught them."

I sighed this time. "I'm just glad you're ok." I bit my tongue after that. I really didn't want him to continue dealing. 

"You're staring at me again." He laughed. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to my body. "What's wrong? And don't say nothing."

"I'm just worried about you. Hell I'm worried about my dad. This man was so spooked that he had flee the country. I don't know what will happen to me if both of you guys get killed." I felt tears streaming down my face. My dad might be a dick but I still love him.

He wiped the tears from my face. "Thank you for worrying about me. It means a lot that you care." He pulled me in a hug. "I after I caught those dudes, I handled the security so it's way stronger than what it was, stop feeling bad. I'm fine. Now give me a kiss." He puckered his lips. I couldn't help but to kiss his ugly ass.

"Finish your sandwich, I have a Grand Theft Auto on pause upstairs." I walked out his embrace.

"Wait." I stop where I was at. "Can you help me off the counter?" He asked. I walked towards him. I grabbed his arm and helped his heavy ass off the counter. He limped to his sandwich. "Ow." He said dramatically while holding his back. "I don't think I can make it up the stairs by myself." He groaned.