Solid ||Bryson Tiller||

Twenty

Polo in MM.

Kimberly's POV

Bryson decided to drop me off to BareFeet. He said Polo was on his way or whatever.

"That aint gon take long, right?" Bryson glanced at me.

"I mean, I had my own money, but you done added another 700, so I might do a little more shopping." I said.

Bryson shook his head and pointed to a dark brown dude with curly black hair. He had his hair in a ponytail and he was tall as hell. "That's Polo." Of course that's him. I got out the car fixing my attire. Bryson got out also, knocking knuckles with Polo.

"As soon as y'all done, get her home. No other bullshit." Bryson told Polo and he simply nodded, looking at me flashing his teeth. "And make sure you watch your surroundings."

"I got it." Polo said.

"Good. And how Marco doing?" Bryson changed the subject and Polo shook his head, making a shhing sound.

"Not good. They really fucked him up. Ribs fucked up, black eyes, my nigga in pain." Polo said.

"Ima go have to see him one day..." Bryson gazed at the sky. "One day, but y'all go." They knocked knuckles again and Bryson kissed my forehead. "See you later, sis." I smiled and he got in his car and drove off. It was only me and Polo.

"So, you ready?" he asked waiting on me.

"Yeah, my bad." I started walking towards BareFeet, leaving Polo behind.

I walked inside BareFeet and my eyes automatically fell on the shoes I needed for my outfit. I grabbed it, admiring it.

"You getting these?" Polo stood over me with his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, I need a size 6." I looked at all the shoe boxes, searching for my size.

"Right here," he got down and grabbed my shoe size. He handed it to me and I grabbed it, thanking him. I opened the box, trying one on. It fit perfectly, so I put it back in the box and put the top on it.

"That's it?" Polo asked as we went to go pay.

"I'm hungry." I paid for the shoes and walked out the store.

"So what's your name?" he asked.

"How you don't know who you're watching?" I rolled my eyes walking into the Flea Market.

"Yo brother aint give me a name. He just said that I was gon watch his sister. I aint even know he had a sister." He said. "A fine one at that." He smirked.

"I don't think you should flirt with me. If I tell, he'll kill you." I cackled. "But it's Kimberly."

"Oh, you go do a nigga like that?" he chuckled.

I giggled and nodded, "Maybe." I made it to a food stand and ordered me fried conch and fries. I wasn't gon ask him what he wanted. I'm pretty sure he got money.

"So, Kimberly." He sat down in front of me as I waited for my food. "How old are you?"

"I'm eighteen."

"Me too." I raised an eyebrow because he looked way older.

"Your real name Polo, Polo?" I laughed to myself.

"Dante. Polo my street name." he informed me looking me dead in my face. It was making me a bit uncomfortable.

"Number 3, fried conch and fries!" the lady called.

I got up quickly and gave the lady my ticked, showing that the order was mine. She gave me my food and I checked it and put hot sauce and ketchup on my fries.

"I'm ready." I told Polo and started to walk towards the exit.

"Be careful, ma. You walk too damn fast." He complained, jogging to catch up with me.

I ignored him and waited for him to show me where he parked his car. I followed him to a Purple Porsche. Damn, I thought. He unlocked the car and I got in.

"Before I pull off, let me get yo number." He said looking at me.

"Bryson gon kill you." I joked.

He chuckled, "Come on now. He aint gotta know."

'Nah, you probably got hella hoes." I said and he laughed.

"You probably right, but I'm ready to settle down... with you in particular." He's so corny.

He flashed his smile again and flexed his right deep dimple.

"Okay," I gave into the dimple. And plus he was fine as hell, no doubt about it.

We exchanged number and he saved his number under the crown emoji.

"Why didn't you just put Dante?" I questioned.

"Bc I'm gonna be your King and you're gonna be my Queen."

"Why you so sure about that?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Listen here, I just know." He started the car. "Let me get you home."

I nodded in agreement and enjoyed the ride. We held a small conversation on the way there.

"I'll see you later?" he asked as I got out the car.

"Hmm..." I held my food and shoes and smiled. "Ion know, Dante. Ion want nothing to happen to you, like deadass." I said in a serious tone.

Bryson is lowkey crazy. I'm sorry to say crazy, but he has mental issues, but you wouldn't know bc he can control it. He sometimes lashes out when he's irritated or mad, but he's been doing well, from what I've seen in just a few hours. He seems sane. But his medical condition isn't bad to the point where he needs to be locked up in a mental hospital.

"Awe, you care about my safety." He smiled showing that dimple again.

I playfully rolled my eyes. "Bye, boy." I turned from the car.

"So text you?!" he yelled.

I waved him off and put the pin in that I remembered from earlier. I walked up to the door and knocked on it 3 times.

The door swung open and Bryson looked down at me. He moved so I could walk in. I placed my food on the island.

"That was quick. What all you got? Just those shoes and what," he opened my plate. "Conch and fries?" he grabbed a few of conch eating them.

"Yeah," I slapped his chest.

"So did Polo try you?" he asked with a stern look.

I shook my head, lying.

"I'm serious, bc even though he cool people, he got too many bitches. Probably got a kid, you never know, and ion want you being no step mama." He said.

This made me second guess my decision on letting him get my number. I aint tryna be one of his hoes or bitches.

"No, he's cool. No problem." I said.

"Alright," he brushed past me and I stopped him.

"You been crying?" I was worried. His eyes were red and puffy.

"Nah nah..." I knew he was lying.

"If this is about Keona, I can help you find her, Bryson. Just tell me what to do." I pleaded.

'Stay out of it." He gritted his teeth and walked away from me. I sighed in disbelief and grabbed my food, going into my room. I made a mental note to finish unpacking later. I started to eat my food which wasn't even hot anymore. I rolled my eyes and walked in my bathroom, putting my hair in a ponytail. I slipped out of my clothes and put on a sports bra and some shorts. Hopping back into bed, I grabbed my phone and stared at the crown emoji. I gotta do this. Not for me, but for Bryson.

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