𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

59.

Warning: Sexual content up ahead.
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Trinitee Allen

"Trinitee if you pull my damn hair out imma punch the fuck outta you." Odell warned me as I stopped braiding his hair and looked at him.

"I know what I'm doing boy shut up. Whining like a lil baby." I said continuing to do the two braids in the middle of his head.

"I'm not whining but this shit hurt. Now I see why y'all hair be tight ass shit pulling all your edges and shit. Then they hair be stiff as hell." I laughed and shook my head as he started to talk nonsense.

"I don't know who you be looking at but my hair flows in the wind. This bodywave is expensive and worth it." I said in an matter of fact tone.

"I see that. But I'm talking about the hoes that be wearing them Walmart wigs thinking that's cute."

"Odell who upset you?" I raised my eyebrows parting his hair.

"Mel bald head ass." I shook my head not knowing why I asked that question. I should've known.

"You gonn leave my sister alone, ugly ass." I mushed his head forward as he slapped my knee making the sound.

"Ain't nothing about Odell is ugly and you know that. Am I lying?" He said and I knew he had a smirk on his face by the way his cheek bone rose.

"You're telling the truth except for the way you dress. It's different." I said braiding the last piece of his hair down.

"What's wrong with my style? I'm not dressing like the typical hood nigga with Trues, wife beaters and timberlands. I like to dress up instead of looking like these basic ass niggas." Odell replied getting off the floor and looking in the mirror. "These bitches fire."

"I thought I wouldn't be able to do it but I forgot about all that hair you had. You should let me flat iron it one day." I said laying back on the couch and his head snapped towards me so quick.

"Hell no. You better be lucky I let you touch my hair and you want to flat iron it? Have you lost your damn mind? What nigga does that shit?" He said as I twisted my mouth to the side.

"Uh August Alsina flat irons his and place it in a bun."

"He's going through some problems that's why. That shit is not okay." He scrunched up his face in an aggravated way.

"You're so mean. Stop talking about people sometimes boy." I stated as he nodded his head and placed me on his lap.

"I'll take your word." He said placing me flat down so my back was touching the couch as he hovered over me. "I missed you."

"Aw I missed you too." I said playing with the collar of his shirt.

"You're taking me for a joke but I'm serious. I missed your lips, your second pair of lips, your smile, your laugh, your body, grabbing on your ass, and most importantly tearing that ass up." His raspy voice spoke as he hovered over me and I stared at him.

I faintly laughed and broke my gaze away from his. I was blushing just because of the way he was looking at me. Something about him made me nervous like I never met this guy before in my life. It was like in High school when you were scared to talk to your crush.