Solid ||Bryson Tiller||

Six

Keona's POV

I laid up in my bed eating my ice cream and Brookie. These cramps were killing me and ice cream and anything chocolate would be the only thing to soothe it. I was watching White Chicks on Netflix with Major. Netflix and chill, huh? Ha-ha. I touched the hickey on my neck and looked at Major. His perfect jawline and his facial hair lined up so perfectly. Did he really mean what he said? Like when he said he liked me? I doubt it. Either way, it wouldn't work. I wouldn't fit his lifestyle and Que wouldn't allow it. I laughed at the movie and I held my stomach in pain. I hate periods.

"You alright?" he asked placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay." I put the bowl on my nightstand and laid down.

I was getting a little sleepy. I yawned and turned on my side. I felt Major's hand on my stomach. His hand was warm and he rubbed it, which made me even sleepier. His touch was comforting. I smiled and sighed lowly, turning, facing Major.

"Bryson." He said.

"Bryson?" I raised an eyebrow.

"My name. My real name." he said.

I was taken aback. He finally told me his name.

"Bryson, what?" I asked wanting to know his last name.

"Tiller," he said and his minty breath hit my nose. "You tryna put me on yo taxes?"

I laughed lightly, "No, silly."

My phone began to ring and I got a call from an unknown number. I was hesitant to answer, so I sent whoever to voicemail. I looked back at Bryson and he looked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Nun, you're just different from any other girl I've dealt with." He said.

"A good different, right?" I smirked,

"Most def." he said.

I blushed and rubbed my eyes.

"It's only 7. You tired already?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Aight," he grabbed my remote and paused the movie. "Go to sleep then." He rolled over and I grabbed his hand. "What happened, ma?" he looked at me and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I don't want you to go." I said desperately. "Stay..."

"What about Que-" I cut him off.

"So. Just lay with me until I fall asleep." I pleaded.

"Alright, am, ion want yo brother-" I cut him off again.

"Stop worrying about him. Now," I looked at him and smiled. "Go to sleep."

I looked at him and we stared at each other. "Go to sleep." I giggled.

"I'm not sleepy, ma." He said.

"Okay," I touched his face and started to play with his earlobe. This always helped me to go to sleep. He touched my hand and I stopped.

"Keep going..." he demanded.

I continued to play with his earlobe until he fell asleep and he was cute as fuck.

Jacquees's POV

I made it home wanting to jump right in my bed, but I knew Major was still here.

"Yo! Bry!" I called walking down the hall.

Where the fuck is this nigga? I walked to Keona's room and peeped in. I saw another body and I pushed the door open. It was Major!

"Bro, what the fuck?!" I shook his leg and he rubbed his eyes. "Get the hell out my sister's bed."

He got out of the bed and grabbed his snapback.

"Wassap, bruh?" he said.

"Why the fuck were you in the bed with my sister?" I said walking to the living room. "What were y'all doing? I know you aint try my sister?" I flexed my jaw and looked him dead in his eyes.

"Bro," he rubbed his eyes. "Chill out. I aint try shit. She on her monthly and she wanted me to lay with her. I aint wanna say no bc you know how girls can be on they shit." He said.

I made a face and scrunched up my nose. I aint need to know all that.

"Alright, alright." I waved my hands. "Go home. Thanks for watching her, fam."

"Shit, no problem." He walked towards the door. "You go need more ice cream, too." He said and walked out the door.

I scrunched up my nose again and went in my room, taking my shoes off. I sighed and laid back in my bed. I gotta make sure Keona give Anna her shoes. Taking my shirt off, I went in Keona's room and tapped her on her back.

"Whaaat?"

"Let me see your phone." I said.

"It's there." She pointed to her phone on the nightstand.

I grabbed it, "What's yo password?"

"The year I was born." She changed her position in bed, getting comfortable and went back to sleep.

I put the pin in and went to her contacts looking for Anna's number. When I found it, I took out my phone and put it in my phone. I put her phone back on the nightstand and walked out her room, back into mine. I smiled to myself and laid in bed, and decided to text Anna.

Me: Wassap, ma? You still coming to get yo shoes? @10:17 p.m.

Anna: Who the fuck is this? @10:18 p.m.

I chuckled and texted back,

Me: Que. @10:19 p.m.

Anna: Who the fuck is you nigga? Why the fuck you texting my girl? @10:21 p.m.

The fuck? I was taken aback. She said she had a boyfriend, but I thought she was just saying that shit to make me jealous or some shit.

Me: Listen here, motherfucker. If you aint know bout me, ima let you know. @10:23 p.m.

Anna: Lol, it's me Anna. Did Keona give you my number? @10:25 p.m

Me: Nah I got it out of her phone myself. When I want something, I get it. @10:28 p.m.

Anna: Lmao whatever boy. I need my shoes. @10:29 p.m.

Me: Well come get it tomorrow. @10:30 p.m.

Anna: Okay. @10:30 p.m.

I aint text back after that. I wanted to, but I aint know what to say bc texting me "Okay" that's ending the conversation so I don't text back. So I got on Facebook and was scrolling down the feed to see a post that caught my eye:

Johanna Smith

Miami Northwestern get together! Y'all come out here. Sunday @ 3:00 p/m til wherever. I wanna see my old classmates' lol.

I liked and commented on the post and screenshot it, so I wouldn't forget. Even though I dropped out, I still wanna see them motherfuckers.

A/N; I know it was short, sorry! But it's about to get good. Just keep reading, and don't forget to comment and vote! Thanks.