DeeDee POV
I went back in the room and saw him passed out. I shook my head and walked over to his side with his water.When he told me what happened I couldn't tell if he was lying or not and it made me angry.
A snake? But who?
I honestly couldn't think of anyone who would play the possible role of a snake.
I took my hand and gently stroke his face. I watched his chest go up and down. I touched it which made his face screw up in his sleep.
I really fucked him up.
I took a scissor and cut his plain white tee.
I looked at his chest and saw a black and blue bruise.
Dam I really caved his chest in.
I also started to admire his body.
Ricardo wasn't the most brolic nigga but he did have muscle.
I guess that explains why I could flip him so easily.
I chuckled at the thought.
I went in to my bathroom and got out a warm rag.
I took the rag and started to dab the brusise. After doing so I dried it off and put some Vaseline on it.
I looked at him, rolled my eyes, and took a shower. When I came out he was still knocked out. I refused to sleep in the same bed with him. So I took my sheet and pillow and took the floor while basically leaving him on the bed with nothing.
Next Day
I woke up and saw him still there were I left him.
I watched him sleep and thought about how I should've killed him right then and there.But I can't
I let out a sigh and brushed my teeth. When I got out he was awake.
"How do you feel?" I asked.
"In pain." He mumbled.
"Good." I replied.
He chuckled.
"Congratulations tho." He said.
"On??" I asked confused.
He went in his pocket and took out my letter from the headmaster.
"You dropped it at my house last night. I'm proud of you." He said.
"Thanks I guess." I said as I took it from him.
"You know if you want. I'll murk whoever is number one so that you could be number one instead." He said smiling.
I rolled my eyes.
"Don't try to sweet talk me I'm still mad you." I said.
"So what does that mean? You not mine anymore?" He asked.
"Yuh dam right. Anytime we talk it finna be about business and whoever is trying to take us out. I don't have time for these little love games you be playing with me." I said bluntly.
He nodded his head and got up groaning in the process.
"You shouldn't be getting up." I said.
He shook his head. "I'm fine. Just meet me at my house around 1 to talk business." He said.
With that he got up and walked out my door.
"Wait." I said.
He stopped.
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The Trap Shakespeare
Teen FictionI'm a gangster trap queen coming straight out the street. I move drugs, I shoot the guns, and I ain't going to let no nigga stop me from my hustle and grind. Simple. That was the mindset of Desiree. Till she bumps in to her worst enemy Ricardo Santa...