Apartment Full Of Boys...

|C H A P T E R 37|

Trent came downstairs. I was on the sofa on my laptop. I looked up at him but just looked back down.

He walked over to me and tried to move the laptop, but I held a grip on it. He snatched the laptop from me, making it fly across the room.

"Trent Wtf?!" I yelled, standing up.

"I'm ready to talk now," he said.

"You just finna avoid the fact that you just threw my laptop?!"

"I didn't throw it. You should've let it go. Now let's talk." He grabbed both of my hands.

"No, I don't wanna talk now!" I said, snatching away.

I walked over to my laptop and picked it up. The screen was broken and the side was kinda broken.

"Look at this shit, bro," I mumbled.

"Ight," he said.

"No, ain't no out nigga. You broke my fucking laptop!"

"You shoulda let it go!" He yelled.

"You shouldn't have bothered me while I was on it!"

"I'm tryna talk to yo ass cause you been moping around like a sad puppy. Now you don't wanna talk!"

"Cause you threw my fucking laptop!" I said.

"I'll get you a new one, damn! I'm just tryna talk!"

"No nigga. Ain't no talking til I get another laptop," I said, about to walk upstairs.

Then the front door swung open.

"Mama! Mama! I met a girl!" Taj said.

I looked at him. "For real? That's nice."

"Hell yeah! She pretty, and she thick," he said, nodding his head.

"Does she have a good attitude?" I asked.

"Yeah, so far."

"Well, we gotta meet this girl," I said. "How was yo day Ross?"

"Ehh," he said, walking upstairs.

Taj pointed to the laptop that was in my hand. "What's up with that?"

"Yo dumbass friend threw it across the room," I said, glaring at Trent.

"I didn't throw it! You was holding on to the motherfucker too tight, and when I snatched it, it flew!"

"But it still flew out of your hands so you're responsible!"

"Ight man, fuck it. We ain't even gotta talk no more."

"Naw Naw Naw. Y'all finna talk this out. If I'm happy, y'all finna be happy," Taj said.

"Shut up," me and Trent said.

"For real. Look, I got the perfect solution for y'all little feud. Time to get some anger off to chest," he said, smirking. "Jock? Sauce? C'mere!"

In a few seconds, Jock and Sauce came downstairs.

"Wassup?" Sauce asked.

"Trent and Alaya feuding."

"This still going on?" Jock asked.

"Hell yeah. We gotta play a game," Taj said.

"Which one?" Sauce asked.

I looked between them. What the hell were they talking bout?

"Mm.... Rock Paper Scissors Shoot."