I hope y'all picking up what I'm puttin' down
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Bryson
"Let me come over today" Phylicity said, as we copied answers off the board.
"Absolutely not" I shook my head.
"So I assume that you're protecting her?"
"I'm protecting me. I might get hurt in the process"
I had a whole Phylicity sized handprint on my face.
"No talking" The teacher called.
I sat back in my seat, and flexed my hand.
"Notes, Mr. Tiller"
The bell rang, and we all got up. I shoved my stuff into my backpack, and grabbed Phyl's hand.
Eris pushed Phylicity back against the locker as soon as we left the class.
"We playing games today, yeah?" I pushed Eris back.
"What the hell, Edna?"
"My fuckin' name isn't Edna. It's Eris"
Phylicity scrunched her face up in confusion. "It isn't?"
She deadass didn't know her name. I just thought she was just being rude.
"You know that your boyfriend ate me out?" Eris stepped back, and smirked.
If you could even call it that.
Phylicity looked at me.
"I did on my second day here, but never again. Her pubic hair got in my mouth"
Phylicity scowled at me, and walked away.
"Take your irrelevant ass on somewhere" I said, and followed behind Phyl.
I lifted her up, and pushed her back against the lockers.
"You gone let me explain, yeah?"
"I already knew, but Edn - Eris wanted a show, so I gave it to her"
"You just gone play me like that?"
"I wanted to know if you would tell the truth too"
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Phylicity sat her bag down, and started to go downstairs.
"I should have told the chauffer to close the door after me" I stated.
"I was thinking the same thing, especially because I got in first, Bryson"
My dad was at a new construction site, going over plans for a new apartment building.
My mom owned a contracting service, and my dad liked building stuff.
Boom.
Along came Bryson.
I ain't know shit about Brandon's mom.
Phylicity marched downstairs, where Brandon, Genesis, Mya, and my mother were located.
She walked right up to Genesis. "How was your morning?"
Genesis moved to hit her, but Phylicity punched her in the face.
Brandon lifted Phyl up before throwing her to the ground.
Now, my mama ain't raise no dummy.
Brandon used to be in the military, and I won't tryna get my ass beat.
I hopped over the counter, and picked up a frying pan, and threw it at his fuckin' head.
"The fuck is wrong with you?" I scowled.
Mya screamed in delight, and clapped her hands.
I lifted Phylicity up, and Brandon turned towards me.
"Don't you put your hands on my son!" My mother scowled at him.
"His fuckin' bitch want to put his hands on my girl for what?" Brandon got red in the face.
He picked up the frying pan, and threw it at the wall.
I picked up Mya. "We out"
"Put my fuckin' daughter down"
"Nigga you don't even got a daughter" I scowled.
Mya pouted, and I pushed Phylicity behind me.
I handed Mya off to Phyl. "Go upstairs, boo. Mama, call the cops"
"So you think you a tough guy?" Brandon asked.
"Tough enough to have your bitches baby. You think Genesis named Mya? Nigga, I did"
Brandon turned to Genesis. "So he wrong?"
"I can explain, Brandon. But you need to calm down and-"
"Go and tell him how you was touchin' on my dick this morning" I leaned against the counter, and smirked.
Brandon charged at me, and I just waited for him.
Nobody told him to take my girl in the first place.
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