Princeton held his fist to his mouth then started laughing uncontrollably while Isabella had the most serious look on her face.
"Izzy, you are just the cutest little thing! I swear!" he laughed.
"What do you mean, Prince? I want you to be my boyfriend!"
"Okay, sure sure. I'll be your boyfriend." Prince giggled some more. Isabella stared at him with her big eyes, wondering why he was laughing; she was dead serious.
The next day, Princeton woke up in his huge, king-sized bed. He puffed up his afro with his left hand then yawned. When he went downstairs, ate breakfast, then got ready to meet with the boys again, he noticed that his parents weren't there. Still, he continued to go to work. That whole day, he ignored the hell out of Prodigy. They didn't talk, look at each other, or have no form of communication whatsoever.
Roc noticed then pulled Prodigy off to the side of the room.
"Prod, wh-what's wrong with you and Prince, man?" Roc asked as he stared in Prodigy's eyes.
Prod sucked his teeth then glanced off to the side. Roc could really tell that he was sensitive about the subject already. "Man, Prince is acting like a punk. You 'member when I was telling you about that random girl who called my phone right?"
Roc nodded his head, yes.
"I called to talk about it with him and come to ammends, but he was being a little bitch about it!"
Princeton stopped dancing in the mirror once he heard Prodigy say that too loud. He continued dancing, but listened to their conversation.
"Well, Prod, what was you asking him about? You already know that his dad is at his house. He probably didn't want to talk!"
"But I always talk with him about his problems! The one time I want to discuss something of mines, he acts like everything in the world just dropped onto his shoulders." Prod shook his head then smirked.
"I can't stand that mess."
"But, what were you saying?" Roc asked.
"I only asked him if I should apologize! That's all! Why he became so uptight about it, I have no clue-"
"Prod, just shut uppp... damn!" Prince interrupted as he walked over to them. Roc smacked his forehead then placed his hands on Princeton's shoulders.
"Prince, he was talking to me. Go back to your corner and practice your dance moves, okay?" he said.
Prodigy didn't even bother to say anything. Matter of fact, he looked the other way the whole time, signaling he didn't want to talk to Princeton at all.
Princeton glared at Prodigy then shook his head. "You need to start treating your girl right, then maybe those hos won't be calling your phones all hours of the night." he said in a low voice.
"Hold on- what the hell did you just say under your breath, Prince?" Prod laughed.
"Negro, you heard EXACTLY what I said-"
Prodigy lunged towards him until Roc jolted his arm out to stop him. "Let me go, Roc! I'm tired of this dumb ass talking shit and doing shit!" Prod yelled as he tried escaping Roc's grip.
"No, no! Calm down, Prod!"
Ray Ray glanced up from his phone and saw that they were fighting. He quickly shot up from the ground and jogged their way. "Yooo', what happened, man?!" he asked Roc.
Out of nowhere, Princeton took his hand back then smacked Prodigy across the face as hard as he could; the hit was so powerful that the noise echoed throughout the room. Ray Ray and Roc both gasped and stared at Prodigy.
