The One That Stuck.

The Confrontation

I know how some people kinda give up on their books cause they feel like it's going nowhere...

I'm not gonna do that.

I don't wanna sound like I'm calling anybody out cause ✋ scouts honor I'm not a triffling asshole.

I'm a sweet wittle angel... sike!!

But I don't do that kinda stuff.

I only have about a 100+ reads and one day I know they're be 1,000,000,000,000 or somewhere near that.

So enjoy ze chapter!

"What the fudgesticks are you three doing here!!!" I asked once again.

Tell me, why the hell is Kenan, Darrel, and that Spanish dude that dates my best friend here??

As you can see I'm not his biggest fan. The only reason I haven't killed this a**hole is because of Nelly.

As replies I hear two "I'm sorry's" with pouty faces holding a bear that says I'm beary beary sorry, a home baked Oreo brownie and cookies and cream icecream.

On the other hand I hear a, "Nells told me there was food!" along with a toothy grinny like smirk.

Guess who said which?

"O-o-oh my g-g-g-goodness!" I stuttered sounding like I had an orgasm.

I might as well have had one... these two DARK chocolate looking boys are looking mighty fine I say!

Mighty, mighty fine. ¡Ay caramba! ¡Ay dios mio!

"Got damn, clean your drool and do something you frigging cow!"

Oh how I missed my beloved subconscious.

"Um um um you guys," I chuckled nervously. I wonder did these niggas get fancied up for me to we my panties?!?! "Can y'all wait out here and make sure the dog doesn't run away?" I asked not before shooting a glare and the middle finger up at Cesar Chavez.

What's his name anyway?

Fudge it.

"Mane yo..." was the last thing I heard from Marco as I slammed the door in all their faces.

"Chantelle Imani Powers, please get your little triffling ass down here this minute before I whoop the caramel off your Nicki Minaj looking ass!!"

First of all, it may sound harsh but I said please so it makes it ok.

Second of all, I wasn't tripping when I said she was a Nicki Minaj body replica. She's just prettier than her both naturally and with makeup. No homo. That's why I hope that I look like her when I grow up.

Third of all, this bitch had the nerve to skip down all thirteen stairs with a huge puppy love sick grin on her face... wait a minute.

"My prince is here!!" she had the nerve to cheer.

So that means...

First I back slapped her on her ass because I don't want her no good boyfriend in my house.

That shiz is downright disrespect!

Than I ran to the door, hesitantly grabbed Marco by his shirt and kinda tossed him into the house, grabbed my key under the flower pot. Grabbed both the fine young men's hand(at the same time) which sent shocks throughout my entire body, however my adrenaline was pumping so I ignored it.

I dragged to the back and threw them down on my hammock I had in the back.

Poor boys had terrified looks on their faces!!

Muthafuckas should be scared.

I returned into the house and grabbed my .9 glock (A/n pardon me if that's not the correct gun it won't matter in a few but for all you gun enthusiasts I don't know that so yah. Enjoy!) from underneath my kitchen drawer and aimed it at both of 'em.

Sike! But imagine!

I sat in the hammock parallel to them and stared straight into their eyes switching to the other boy occasionally. K knew what I was up to but Darren was a virgin to my damage.

I stared through them into their souls with glossy eyes and looked up to the two.

I spoke first...

"What the hell did I do to you guys?" I questioned them with uncertainty, sadness and rage but all in one calm cool collected and small voice which voiced loud.

Before anyone could speak up I turned to K, first,"So this is what you do to your "baby sis"? Your so called "ride or die", the one who has stuck with you for years. The one who never judged you by the way you treat girls but by the way you treat the ones you care? The one who cries to you about my screwed up life? All those times it looked like concern and rage was flashing through your eyes it was fake? So now I'm just one of those hoes you can go to your "buddies" And make fun of me like those rent-a-hoes you bang every other night? I mean I thought that you'd protect me from people who are out to get me emotionally or physically and this bomb comes and blows my hear into smithereens! Maybe that's the problem... maybe I thought into stuff to much without know facts. I'm too fricken naïve probably. For me to think that such a hot sexy guy would stay around to be friends with me. At that best friends! The kind of friends who put emojis next to each other's names! The kind of friends who you can call whenever just to say whats up and you drop this on me! This tho!" I finally wrap up my speech glaring at K. The only reason I wasted all this breath on him is because I don't want to lose this friendship but in all honesty whatever happens happens. I mean Darren's about to get his in a minute but I'm out of breath.

My eyes dart to Darren as if he's trying to escape and my voice hoarsely voices out due to screaming and crying,"Move an inch and I'll cut THE inch if you know what I mean. My nigga you gonna get a scolding, harsher than any of your momma's own... you can bet on it." I reprimanded him with eyes shooting darts. I ran inside to get a cup of water and release some tears.

Hey, hey hey whaddaya think. I have a lil confidence in this chapter just a lil. So genesis is a real og now ay?! can I get at least 2 votes one comment pleeeeease!!!

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