Bryson
My mother kept hitting on me. "Bryson Djuan Tiller"
I grabbed hold of her hands, and stopped her. "Ma, come on"
"Who put those awful things on your neck?"
"It didn't feel awful when I was getting them" I teased.
"Probably one of his nasty girls" Brandon stated.
"You was thinking that when your girl was suckin' on my neck? Flip flop, what do you think?"
Genesis drunk from her mug slowly.
Mya pouted at me, and I sighed. "Man, whatever. Come on, Mya"
"My daughter staying. Get your own kid"
"Don't tell him that!" My mother hit him too.
I bit my tongue. "Where she at? Cause ion see her"
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"You look pretty, baby girl"
I wrapped my arms around her neck, and pressed myself against her butt.
"Thank you. I got dressed up for you"
I buried my face into her neck, and continued walking.
"Phylicity Myers and Bryson Tiller"
"You at my school now, dad?" I scowled.
"Cheking up on you"
So how did he know her name?
"I'm good, yeah?" I asked Phylicity.
"Yes, but you're also not in class" My father fixed his tie.
"We're headed there right now, sir" Phyl extended her hand.
My dad pulled her in for a hug, and I frowned.
"You ever do dinner, young lady?"
Eris came around the corner, and her jaw drop.
I smirked softly, and Phyl returned to my side.
"No sir"
"You should bring your folks by sometime"
"It's just me and my sister, sir"
She told me that she lived with her parents.
"Well she's welcome" My dad gave us a head nod before leaving.
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I sat down on the bleachers, and buried my head in the crook of Phylicity's neck.
"All she talking bout is come and see me for once. Come and see me for once" I mumbled into her skin.
"Hey guys" Arthur sat down.
Phylicity sighed. "Creepy dude"
"Could be standing in the field, and he still ain't in the field" I mumbled another random lyric.
"You can sing, baby" She grabbed hold of my hands.
"How come you stopped sitting with your friends?" I asked.
"I hang with them after school. I only see you now"
"You can hang with me afterschool. My dad probably told my mom about you"
I stood up to go to the bathroom.
After I exited the bathroom, Eris pushed me up against the wall.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Ain't nothing about you. It ain't your world"
"You got a whole girlfriend to annoy me"
"I did at first, but I'm good on you now. You playing three too many games"
"You are absolutely full of shit, Bryson Tiller"
"You ain't had the balls to talk shit to the niggas throwing shit at you. Don't get too comfortable"
"Can I just borrow some money from you?"
That had nothing to do with anything.
"Oh, fucks no, baybeh"
"Why not?"
"I don't even give my girlfriend money. You not finna get shit from me"
"My dad can't pay rent. I need it for something else too"
"You want me to take my dad's money, and give him only a small percentage of it back? Where is your head at?"
My dad's high rise apartments weren't cheap, so her dad had to be making some kinda dough.
"So you're telling me no?"
"You lookin' at me like imma dollar sign. Stop that shit"
"I asked nicely, but you refused" She nodded her head and walked away.
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