~Storm pov~
I closed my locker and Sincere covered my eyes well I was hoping it was him. I moved the hands and turned around and it was Kane and Breah.
"Ah my besties" I said jumping around like a fool.
"Your so stupid" Breah said laughing at me
"What the hell are you wearing?" Kane asked me
I looked down and it was Sincere sweater.
"It's my boyfriend sweater" I said
"It's mad big on you sis" Kane said lifting it up a bit.
"I know right" I said and zipped it down.
"Much better" I said smiling
I looked and saw Sincere, beef and Pigeon walking this way.
"There goes y'all boyfriends" Kane said
"We are going to find you a nice girlfriend better than Cam ass, maybe Tiara she's beautiful" I said
"You sure you not gay?" Sincere asked as he approached me
"I don't know I find girls pretty but I love guys y'all are just beautiful" i said looking Sincere up and down.
"Stop that" Sincere said
I laughed "can you come with me real quick?" Sincere said taking my hand already and walking away.
"So Wassup?" I asked
"Um there's beef going on between your brother and this other guy named Devante he's really bad news. So your brother wants you to stay at your friends house till this shit is blown over" Sincere said
"Can I go to Bianca house?" I asked him
"I don't know probably I was hoping you could stay with me, so I blow ya back out" Sincere said
"The back of my hair?" I asked confused
"No nigga man, move" he said
I laughed and grabbed Sincere "I was joking shut up" I said puckering my lips up and Sincere went and kissed me.
"Asshole" He said
"I know" I said
We went back to our friends."So Breah I gotta stay with you again" I said to her
"What? You and comet fighting again?" She asked
"No work stuff" I said
"Ou got it cool perfect sleepover" Breah said
"Yay" we both said
"Are we invited?" Beef asked
"No" we both said
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