Bryson
"Where's Philly, daddy?"
"She got a job" I scowled.
"I gotted a job" She sat on my pillow.
"It's hard being my daughter, right?"
"Uh huh. You a hardest person to deal with. I don't knowed what to do with you sometimes"
"You not getting a job, Mya. Imma be lonely, and I won't have a daughter to talk to. Unless I get another one"
"Why would you sayed that?" Mya pouted.
I grabbed her face, and kissed her. "You the only kid I need"
"Thank you very much"
"You need to learn responsibility, or you'll get left behind" Phylicity took her shoes off.
"Who gone leave me?"
Phylicity looked at me, and I looked at her.
"Okay, you can go now"
Her and Jasmine had moved into the guest house in our backyard. Now they had people that were paid to ensure their safety.
It took a hell of a lot of convincing too, but Jasmine'll pay rent.
"But-"
"I just got out of the hospital, and you talkin' bout leaving me. Don't nobody wanna hear that shit"
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Phylicity
I had left class to go pick up some missing work, and I saw Bryson leaned up against the lockers talking to some girl.
She laughed, looked at me, and walked away.
"You look comfortable" I rolled my eyes.
"Thanks" He smirked and pushed himself off of the locker.
"That wasn't a compliment"
"I took it that way, yeah?"
"So, who was she?"
"Who?" He played dumb.
I sucked my teeth. "If we're playing games, let me know baby"
"So who's Xander?" Bryson walked away, and I pulled him back before pushing him against the lockers.
"You think you have leverage?"
"Who said it was leverage? Why you using it as leverage?"
"Shut up"
"I could bulldoze yo ass and keep it moving"
I smacked him, and waited for his response.
He lifted me up, and moved me out of the way before going back to class.
-
At lunch, Bryson didn't sit with us.
"Oh, he made friends!" Winnie observed him too.
"Great" I scowled.
"You stingy wit'cho nigga. Damn Phyl, loosen up"
He was laughing and shit, but nothing was funny to me.
I wanted him to make eye contact, but he was probably avoiding me on purpose.
Xander came and sat on the table beside me. "Word going around that you single"
"Well the word wasn't for you. Mind ya damn business" Heather scowled, and pushed her weave behind her back.
Bryson sat down at the table beside Xander. "How it be?"
"Huh?" Xander asked.
Bryson's face was serious. "Why you botherin' her?"
"Who? Phili-"
"Don't say her fuckin' name nigga. You ready to piss me off"
"Nigga, you got one good arm. How much damage can you do?"
Bryson laughed, and typed something up on his phone before showing Xander.
"Good look, bruh" Xander got up, and practically ran off.
"Sit down on my fuckin' lap, Phyl"
"No, because you acting crazy for no reason"
Bryson laughed, before standing. "Gave you a chance"
"No boo? No yeah? This nigga must be heated" Cydney dipped her fry in mustard and mayonnaise.
I pushed him back down into the seat, and climbed onto his lap.
Bryson kissed me hard, and pushed me back against the table before sucking on my neck.
His cold hands traveled under my shirt, and he moved like he wanted to unhook my bra, but stopped himself.
I breathed hard, and looked at the audience that we had.
"This is pure porn" Someone stated.
People were recording and everything.
"Bryson" I mumbled.
"I don't fuckin' care, Phyl. I'm coming over, and I'm fuckin' you tonight"
He was grabbing on my ass, and I squirmed beneath him, not liking the spotlight.
Bryson got up, and left the cafeteria, leaving me once again.
"Phylicity gettin' dick tonight!"
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