Innocence

3.🎲Probability🎲

🎲H•A•K•E•E•M🎲
⏳B Lunch

I bit into my cheeseburger, "Man, all I'm saying is she ain't all that. She ain't my type." I smacked licking my fingers.

Brandon sucked his teeth, "Bro my mans." -he shook his head- " Is you blind? Dynasty got a fat ass and she needs no mutha fuckin' weave my bro." he pointed in her direction

"I mean..." I attempted to defend myself.

Chris interrupted, "Bro Y'all talkin' about Dynasty. Y'all need to be thinking about LeBron leavin' the Cavs and playin' wit' the Lakers!" He laughed.

"Bro fuck LeBron wit his receding hairline!" Tyler yelled "My mans, I got all eyes on his son. Hopefully, he'll make way better decisions than to be carrying a team for years."

"Man stop hating on my man LeBron he succeeding. Unlike yo ass.." Brandon argued sizing Tyler up.

"Lil bro. Whatcha tryna say?" Tyler asked balling his fist.

Tyler stood up, "Fam. Don't play dumb you know exactly what I'm tryna say."

I sipped my Gatorade watching everything unfold.

Chris stepped in-between them with his arms extended, "Aye! Y'all chill out wit' that shit. Sit the fuck down and let's talk about who we takin' to my party." They sat down and I shook my head.

I definitely wasn't finna stop them from fighting. Because if I got hit I was goin' to knock both they asses out cold.

"Shid, you should'a just let them fight it out. They niggas and we brothers. They would've been coo the next day." -I shrugged- "But, I'm taking Ariel"

Tyler scoffed, "I like how sure you are even though you ain't ask her out."

"Bro, watch me get her real quick. That's yo ex right?"-he nodded- "Snatchies bitch!" I laughed as Brandon dapped me up laughing too.

Ariel was fine as fuck. Makeup or no makeup. She was skinny and tall, but I could fix the skinny shit real quick. She was a tan color with dark brown eyes. Regardless of no makeup, her eyebrows were always fleekin'. Her eyes were crescent that turned into a full moon when she showed that beautiful white smile that could make you smile for days. I honestly don't know how Tyler let her go. Her stubby nose that crinkled when she laughed, her round face shape that always turned oval when she grinned. Her pink pulp lips. Even though most niggas didn't see the little things on her, I did. Damn, that figure 8 was just waiting for somebody to see it and that somebody would be me.

Chris smirked, "Man I'm tryna talk to yo sister but, imma need you to invite her for me."

"Yeah invite her. I wanted her to be my date." Tyler said.

I raised my eyebrows, "So all y'all can run game on her? Naw I'm good." I said blandly shaking my head.

"Bro yo sis fine I ain't finna lie, reward us bruh." Brandon pitched in.

I squinted my eyes at them, "If I find out one of y'all fuckin my sister without me and her consent." -I pointed at them- " I'm killin all 3 of y'all cause that's blood, my nigga."