"had to show the pussy bitch I been that, and bitch i'm still is."
a nba youngboy fanfiction
lowercase intended.
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"what does he mean hE's TyRiNg tO pRoTeCt mE?" i asked as me and kasey drove down the road.
she didn't answer making me turn and look at her with one of my eyebrows raised.
"bitch i know you hear me." i smacked my lips as she kept her eyes on the road.
"chill out with that bitch word." she mumbled before pulling in a lot full of sports cars.
"im sorry." i said as i begin looking around only to see kentrell walking around the lot with a man with a nice suit on.
"what are we doing here?" i asked as she parked the car.
"kentrell told me to meet him here." she shrugged before getting out.
"opp." i mumbled before getting out following behind her as she walked towards kentrell.
"this is my girl i was telling you about." kentrell said making the man look over at me.
"hi nice to meet you." he shook my hand, "so what type of car are you looking forward to buying?"
"excuse me?" i asked trying to keep my mouth from dropping.
"guh' just pick a car damn." kentrell said making kasey chuckle.
i rolled my eyes at the both of them as i crossed my arms. "so you're buying me a car?" i asked.
"yea now choose any car you want." kentrell said as i continued to look at me.
" i dont want anything from you so kasey, can you please take me hom—"
"she'll like to have that black 2019 maserati over thea'." kentrell said cutting me off as the man nodded his head.
"alright why won't you guys follow me inside for the paperwork. . ." the man said as kentrell and kasey followed him inside as i stood there.
"bring yo' ass." kentrell mouthed turned around facing me.
i smirked before sticking up my middle finger and begin walking away. he nodded his head before walking inside as i pulled out my phone to call a uber.
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"so you're suspended, huh?" my mother asked as soon as i stepped foot inside the house.
"it wasn't my fault—"
"obviously it was! you through the first punch!" she yelled making me let out a sigh.
"you don't understand, i have been getting bullied since seventh grade." i told her running my hands down my face.
"and why didn't you tell me, we could've moved and i would've enrolled you into a different school."
"it's not my fault you couldn't see the cuts on my arm or my cries for help." i said lowly before making my way towards my room.
