𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃||𝐃. 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 (DISCONTINUED)

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

"Aye, K come here and look at this shit right here!" DeVante calls out to K-Ci whom of which was having a casual conversation with Iesha trying to figure out why she was so angry the other day when she urgently needed to speak to Emilio urgently about something.

DeVante grew angrier by the second as he clenches and unclenches his massive fists as he stared afar at the duo that consisted of Naomi and Emilio... he couldn't deny the fact that it made him feel some type of way but he just didn't want to admit it to anybody... maybe it was the libra pride in him or maybe because he was acting like a big baby about everything.

K-Ci completely ignores DeVante as he continues to talk to Iesha as he tries to make an effort of easing into a discussion of when she was timid the other day but kept getting interrupted by DeVante whom of which kept saying his name on repeat like a damn broken record.

"Excuse me, Iesha... I'll talk to you later" K-Ci vocalizes as Iesha nods her head as his hand pats her shoulder as he soon drops it and turns and saunters over to DeVante whom of which was still sitting at one of the lounge chairs as K-Ci takes a seat in the one beside DeVante.

"What do you want, De? I was trying to have a conversation with Iesha" K-Ci signs as DeVante scrunched up his face.

"Nigga, can you just forget about getting into some panties for one second and look at this shit right here..." Stretching out his index finger... K-Ci follows his eyes along to what he was referring to and kisses his teeth loudly in annoyance of his friend.

"Your ass called me over here for that? De, you need to stop... like seriously it's embarrassing" K-Ci shakes his head as he reaches out and pats DeVante's shoulder.

"Nigga, embarrassing? You wanna talk about embarrassing? It's embarrassing of how you all up on Iesha like some damn love sick puppy. Now that's embarrassing! Nigga, if she say jump, you'll be like how high!" DeVante chortled at K-Ci whom of which held a poker face as he stares at DeVante, intently of what he meant by what he was saying.

"Nigga, I ain't no damn love sick puppy... if anything you the love sick puppy always worrying about what Naomi is doing with Emilio and shit. You wasn't even checking for her until she started spending time with him in front of your face like that and honestly De it's none of your damn business. I'm love sick?! Nigga, you out of your damn mind" K-Ci scoffs as DeVante frowns as he was now aggravated by K-Ci's claims against him.

"Yeah, nigga you love sick! Iesha got you pussy whipped and shit... everytime I see you... you always be all in her face. Do you even let the bitch breath or what?" DeVante chuckles while K-Ci grimaces at him.

"Don't call her no bitch, De" K-Ci threatens as DeVante stretches his eyes at his friend's sudden burst of authority.

"See, my point exactly... if you weren't love sick then you wouldn't have gave a million fucks that I called that girl out of her name. It's a common principle... you are heads over heels for Iesha" DeVante snaps his fingers at K-Ci.