Isriel Artisha Renée Kailis. 17 year old girl that didn't smile much after she watched her father die in a drive by.
Tyrell J'air King, 19 year old son of the late J'air King whose drug business and Gang ran Chicago. He watched his father get murder...
Tyrell sat on the stairs that lead up to her apartment. It's been a week since He last seen Isriel, he been tryna talk to her since that night at the party but shorty been leavin all his shit on open.
It was 4:35 and he knew for a fact that Isriel should be on her way home by now since school got out an hour ago. All he was tryna do was get right wit her, he didn't care how long he had to wait on the stairs for her to get to the crib he was finna work it out and take her out.
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Isriel walked up the steps heading to her apartment. She just got back from seein Jashaun at the hospital. She was still irritated and conflicted about what happened that night. She stepped up on the flat of the stairs, just as she turned around prepared to walk up the last set of stairs she seen Tyrell sittin in the way.
She rolled her eyes followed by a mug. She was not in the mood to be dealin wit him today especially since Jay just told her he loved her. They were just talking when he just popped out the blue apologizin and sayin he did. Just thinkin back on it made her feel weird and like a busta.
"Move." Was all she said as she glared at him. "Nah ma we gotta talk." He said. "Bout what?" She asked rhetorically. "We already talked a week ago I ain't tryna hea shit from you nigga move around." She said. "I ain't movin til you talk to me bout it." He said.
"We already spoke on it!" She exclaimed. "Allat ain't necessary. You said yo piece and walked out." "Nigga you said yo piece to infact you ain't have a care in the world when you spoke, so move around." She said muggin him. Tyrell leaned back restin on the stairs as he looked at her.
He knew for a fact she was used to people just doin what she said, he was no where near that type of nigga. She wanted to be a lil childish so he was gon let ha be for a minute. "So we talkin or what?" He asked again to see how she was finna move. Isriel backed up and sat on the floor against the wall.
"Guess we ain't movin then." She said as she pulled her phone out opening up Instagram. He chuckled as he pulled his phone out as well. She mugged him as she double tapped pictures of whatever was on her feed. She felt him staring at her as she did so and it was startin to bug her.
She didn't understand why the nigga was so interested in her, or why she lowkey liked him. Nigga was lookin fresh and fine as hell as he looked at her tryin to see if she was dead ass. He looked a bit annoyed to.
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And the fit he wore wasn't helpin, he had a one nude brown hoodie that said somethin on it wit a L, she couldn't really tell at the moment. A shade of light brown, gold like jeans wit cuts on the knees and his customized white and gold Louis V low top G fazos.
