~Storm pov~
I walked right past Comet I haven't spoke to him since what he said. He was being extra he tries to control my life and spoil me all at the same time and that shit was annoying.
He had nothing to worry about Sincere was a hoe and I wasn't interested anyway. Well I don't think I was.
"So you not gonna talk to me? Over a nigga" comet said
I looked at him and rolled my eyes.
"Little yellow bitch" he said
"Ya mother bitch" I said
"Ya mother too and watch your damn mouth talking to me" he said
"Fuck you comet you can't control who I know and who likes me, your fucking mental if you think ya friends don't like me the only one who hasn't hit on me is nipsey so cut all that bullshit" I said
"Maybe if you stop being so damn flirty!" He yelled
"I don't I stay in my room, and then niggas still like me! And I don't care what you gotta say about who likes me or who I like if I want one of your bros or all of them I could have them" I said smiling evilly
"Why you doing that Storm?" He asked
"Because you push me too it" I said
"Look I'm sorry just I don't want you to get hurt by any of these little niggas I will break their fucking jar" he said
I rolled my eyes "I know brother but I'm going to leave now Sincere coming for me" I said
"Really? You got him coming for you?" Comet asked
"Just to be petty don't worry Kane will be back tomorrow" I said
"Better have or I'll cut your titties off" he said
"Um ow" i said just imagining that pain
"Get out" he said pointing to the door.
I walked towards the door and out the door to see Sincere waiting.
I walked to the car and got in "Hey Pretty eyes" he said
I smiled "hi Sincere" I said
"You ready?" I asked him
I nodded my head.
He began to drive and he drives fast and honestly he looks good driving. I swear niggas look good driving. Sincere kept looking at me.
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