I came home and went up to my room. The curtains were open. Barry was chilling on my balcony, eating chicken tenders from Zaxby's. (A Restaurant)
"Where's mine?"
Barry jumped. I burst into laughter as I walked up next to him.
"Man, you can't be scaring a nigga like that."
"Why're you in my room?" I asked, putting my book bag on the floor.
"Cause I wanna talk to you. Sit down."
I sat in the chair next to him.
"The fuck is going on with you and Hendrix? Y'all been beefing hard as hell since last week."
After realizing that I wasn't answering, he got up and stood in front of me before squatting to my level.
"You ain't bout to-- Aye, what's wrong?" he asked, grabbing my shoulders.
I didn't even realize I was crying until he said something.
"Today, Noah said that he wished that he wished Ayo would've killed me after kidnapping me."
Barry looked pissed.
"Bruh I swear I'm g-"
"Barry, you're in 8th grade. What're you gonna do?'
He stayed silent and his hands fell to his sides. I stood up.
"I'm going outside."
When I opened the front door, there stood Hendrix.
