I'm from a place where the sun's always shinin, so a lot of people are shady. But at least I got my baby.
"Franklin Reginald Carter."
"What yo? What I tell you bout that shit?" Ben replied, stepping from out of the bathroom.
"Who is Leslie?"
"I dunno."
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"Why you lying?"
"I'm not lyin."
"I'm a ask you one more time. Who the fuck is Leslie?"
"I dunno." Stepping up to Ben, Summer slapped the shit out of him, causing his towel to fall to the floor, exposing his naked body.
Yoking Summer up by her shirt, Ben pushed her to the wall. "You gon stop putting your fuckin hands on me!"
"Put some clothes on." Summer mumbled, looking down at Ben's package and back up at him.
"Nah, you want to argue. Lets fuckin argue. I lied. Yes, I know Leslie. What you gon do? Hit me? Do it, see won't I have something for that ass." Ben yelled letting go of her.
"So why the fuck did you lie?" Summer frowned.
"Because she is irrelevant. A non motherfuckin factor in my life. Why the fuck you asking me about her anyway?"
"She dm'ed me on instagram." Summer spoke folding her arms.
"And what did she say?"
"That she was the mother of your child. And that I need to back off."
"That bitch." Ben mumbled grabbing his towel and wrapping it back around his waist.
"Since when did you call bitches bitches Ben?"
Silence.
Summer was appalled to hear this. Because although Ben had a potty mouth, he was not known for calling a female out of their name.
"Don't worry about it." Ben snapped getting up and walking to the closet.
"What do you mean don't worry about it? You know what fuck that! Is she your baby momma or not?" Summer yelled.
Ignoring her, Ben walked to his closet.
"Really Ben?" Summer questioned, with a shaky voice and tears in her eyes.
"So your not gonna answer me?"
"Its none of your business."
"You don't think it's my business to know if you have a child or not?" Summer frowned wiping her eyes.
