Something About Him

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Layla Wilkes

"So," I turn towards Chris. "Where are we going?"

"Wherever you wanna go Layla," he glances over towards me and then back at the road. "What do you wanna do right now?"

I contemplate for a second before telling him that I'm hungry and he suggests Sonic, where we always seem to go, and of course I don't turn that down. I love Sonic.

When we get in the parking lot and we order, me and Chris decide to start asking each other random questions just cause.

"When'd you stop peeing the bed when you were younger?" Chris laughs as he asks.

I frown at him and then laugh since that was such a weird question. "I dunno. I don't think I ever peed the bed honestly. But uh...tell me about the worst punishment you got as a child."

Chris does not respond back immediately, thinking I'm sure, and when he does he says, "Aight so I wasn't a bad kid or nothing, you probably know that, but I had a really short temper in middle school. Like I'd just go tick, tick, boom. So this one time, when my dad was away of course, my mom caught me looking at what she called 'inappropriate nonsense,'" he chuckles. "And she went off on me, bruh. She cursed me out for practically an hour about how it's 'disrespectful to women' and I just took it. No argument, no nothin' until she starting yelling at me talking 'bout I obviously wasn't understanding or listening to her for no reason. I didn't react cause if I did, I knew she would've yelled but still even when I didn't, she still found a reason to yell."

Listening to his story I can kinda relate. I think it's just a mom thing to find a reason to yell, I dunno.

"So what does your temper have to do with that, though?"

"I'm getting there," he laughs lightly. "So she just kept yelling and yelling and at first I thought I could handle it, but then outta no where I just exploded."

"What'd you do?"

"I yelled back at her on some bold shit," he laughs. "Got the ass whopping of my life that night."

I try not to, but I can't help but laugh. "You had mad heart."

"Forreal," he laughs again.

"And you were watching porn?"

Chris sort of smirks as he looks over towards me. "Yeah, but ion watch that shit no more. It's gay as hell."

I snicker at that and ask how. I don't watch it but I'm still curious to know.

"Cause," he sucks his teeth and shakes his head. "The hell am I watching some other nigga have sex for? That's for lame niggas who can't get none."

I roll my eyes in response. "You not getting none either so what's that make you?"

"Ooh you tryna play me, baby," Chris exclaims right after I say that.

"Stop I'm asking you a question!"

His laughter dies down then he answers with, "You right, I guess, but we both know I'm not lame."

"I don't know anything," I respond just being a smart ass. It's funny going back and forth with Chris like this.

"Lemme break it down for you then," he sips from his cup and then folds his hands as he looks over to me like he's really about to teach me a lesson. "We together right?"

"I mean, as far as I know..."

Chris sucks his teeth and makes a face at me. "We together. But, yeah, as long as we not doing nothing like that with each other, I'm not doing it at all. Got it?'