Something About Him

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Christopher Brown

"So she didn't tell you why that nigga came over to our table like that?" Jaylen asks me.

"Nah and I'm not pressed over it like that so chill," I respond. It's like he cared more about it than I did which made no sense.

This nigga hasn't had a girlfriend since middle school and most of those relationships don't even count. I'm starting to think he wants one which is why he's becoming so overprotective of mine but something's gotta give.

Imma worry 'bout mine and he should worry about his own.

"Bruh, don't you thin-" He begins but I cut him off.

"Aye, Jay.. Leave it be."

"You being a pussy nigga bruh," he jokes and then laughs it off. "Couldn't be me."

"Hell nah it couldn't be you cause you haven't been with anybody since before freshmen year," I remind him. In case he hasn't noticed, he's not in the position to be giving anyone advice about relationships.

Once again, he laughs it off. "Whatever, nigga. You know ion like being tied down."

"Nah, I don't know shit. It sound like you want to be with somebody."

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Nah."

"Yeah, aight. Lemme know."

"Nigga if I wanted somebody you would be the first to know," he laughs a little. "Meanwhile you not claiming ya girl."

"The hell are you talking about?"

"Thursday you were like 'we just doing us' and everybody knows that's code for 'we a thing,'" he answers.

I suck my teeth and decide to just say it so that he'll shut up about it.

"Why you care so much?" I furrow my eyebrows at him once again. "But yeah, she my girl. We good."

"Fina-fucking-lly," he cusses. "I was waitin' for you to just come right out and say it but you just love being difficult."

"Cause it's nobody business but ours."

"You right. It's just might be type awkward cause of Gianna annoying ass," he tells me.

"Maybe but it's been a while since I messed with her like that and we haven't been talking on that kinda level. She should be over it."

I really do believe that, too especially because I'm over it. It may sound a little heartless but I think it's a good thing that it didn't last too long. We cut things off before anyone caught feelings, I think.

"Yeah..." I trail off. "She'll live."

~During Gym Class~

"Today we're going to be playing kick ball," Mr. Davis announces and surprisingly, no one complained.

"This is my kinda game," Layla mutters. Of course this is her kind of game. It's related to what she would call 'kicking balls.'

"Is anyone else in here on the team?" I ask because if the two of them are on the same team... game over.

"Uh, yeah," she responds. "There's Esther and Kathy."