Your Wicked Games: Jahking Guillory (DISCONTINUED)

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Ryan

Jahking been acting strange all day. Last night he was just all up on me trying to get this punani. Today he's distant. I'm starting to think it's because I wouldn't let him hit. But seriously it's my choice. He can't be mad at me for wanting to wait. Especially since it's my virginity.

Crawling on the bed next to him, I snuggled up against him. He was watching his favorite show, The Wayans Bros.

"Baby you mad at me?" I asked once the show went off to commercial and putting it on mute so I could have all his attention.

"No why?" He spoke without looking at me. "For one you won't even look at me." He turned his head towards me.

"Happy now?"

I poked my bottom lip out and pouted, mumbling a no. He pushed me off of him and onto my back, climbing over my body. "Baby I'm not mad at you."

He laughed kissing my lip that was still sticking out. I placed my hand behind his head bringing him closer to me. He laid his head on one of my boobs and grasped the other. "Baby what's up?" I played in his hair.

"Can't get mad if I tell you."

I huffed. "No promises." He hovered over me again this time poking his lip out like I had done before.

"No you gotta promise." He kissed all over my face. "Ok Ok Ok what is it?"

He rolled next to me staring up at the ceiling and let out a huff of air.

"So.. I'm apart of this gang on campus. The Saints..." I rolled my eyes. So the rumors about him were true.

"And-"

"Why?"

"What?" He looked over to me.

"Why are you in a gang. You don't even look you would even think about being in a gang. Let alone actually be in one." I got up from the bed and reached for my sweatpants.

"What are you doing?" He got up.

"Leaving what does it look like." I grabbed my bag walking out his bedroom door.

"You're not gonna even let me explain why I'm in a gang?" He grabbed my arm.

"You think it's cool. You want street cred yada yada yada what other explanation is there? I refuse to fuck with a stupid nigga. Now let go of me." I snatched my arm away opening the door to his apartment.

"Yeah I'm a stupid nigga because the only way to pay for my tuition was to be in gang related activities for fast easy money. If that's a mindset of a stupid nigga to get his education the only way he knows how damn I'm stupid as hell. Get the fuck out my house." He pushed me out the door and slammed it in my face, making me jump.

I sat on the steps outside of his apartment. I never really thought about asking why his reasoning of being in a gang was. I just kinda assumed he was in a gang just to be 'that nigga'. Instead of jumping to conclusions I've should've just asked him. I'll talk to him tomorrow about it.

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