A/N: Niykee is pronounced Nikki by the way not Nike lol
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"Ugh, Niykee I don't want to play anymore." Lamar groans next to me.
I turn and look at him before rolling my eyes dramatically, "You're just saying that because you're shit." I say before turning my head back to our game of Call of Duty.
We've been playing for thirty minutes and Mar's weak ass thumbs have been complaining since the first five minutes. You can never trust a boy who's shit at Call of Duty, ever.
"No! I'm saying that because you're shit." He says back childishly.
"Yeah, I'm so shit that I have more kills than you."
"YeahI'msoshitthatIhavemorekillsthanyou." He imitates me in a stupid voice.
"You're such an asshole."
"Yeah but seriously, can we stop?"
"No, stop being a prick and just keep going."
"Nike." He whines, pissing me off at the pronounciation of my name, "It's so boring."
"Yeah, I know. Being a loser is boring."
"I'm not losing!"
"If you think you're not losing you must be high."
"You did lines with me like twenty minutes ago, you know I'm high."
"Yeah I can see the ivory on your long ass beard. You need to shave that shit."
"Nah, you lowkey love it." He says with a wink.
I fake retch before sticking my middle finger up at him, "Stop distracting me." I roll my eyes as I turn my head back to the private jets TV.
"I'm not playing anymore." Lamar states before reaching for the remote and turning the TV off.
"What did you do that for?" I moan, getting irritated by his behaviour. He's the biggest sore loser on this planet.
"I did it for dramatic effect." He says before giving me a big ass smile. I swear he has the biggest mouth I've ever seen. He would be great at sucking dick.
"You suck ass."
"You suck Abel." He replies back before unlocking his phone.
"Asshole." I say as I laugh before getting up and going to sit next to the window.
I place my phone down on the arm rest and look out the window, looking at the clouds and the blue sky. Nothing could be more aesthetic. As I attempt to pick up my phone from the arm rest to take a picture, I clumsily knock it onto the floor. As I try to pick it up Abel bends and hands it to me.
