"had to show the pussy bitch I been that, and bitch i'm still is."
a nba youngboy fanfiction
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i stared at kentrell as he stood up from the bed and made his way towards me before he could grab me, i took off running out the door.
he ain't tag me yet.
"why you running?" i heard him yell behind me as i ran down the hallway, before i could even reach the front door i was lifted up in the air.
"please don't kill me!" i screamed as i thrashed around in his arms as he walked back into my room.
"tha' hell are you talking about?" he looked at me weirdly as he threw me on the bed.
"you're trying to kill me because my brother beat your sister." i spit out as he furrowed his eyebrows together.
he began to laugh making me even more scared. "dat' was true." he nodded his head, "but i just figured out dat' yo brotha' wasn't the one who beat my sister."
i could instantly feel my self begin to relax as i let out a deep breath and ran my fingers through my now long hair.
"come on." he grabbed my hand lifting me up off the bed.
"where we going?" i asked cautiously as we stepped out the front door and into his charger.
"i just wanted to chill wit' you." kentrell looked over at me with a small smile.
"why we couldn't just chill in my room?" i asked leaning back in the passenger seat as he backed out the driveway.
"why you askin' so many questions?" he tried to mock me making me roll my eyes.
"alright i'mma shut up." i chuckled looking out the window as we rode past the city lights.
as we continued to drive i started to think back to what kentrell said not too long ago when we were in my room. if he wasn't trying to kill me why would my brother tell me to get him before he gets me.
so obviously he's lying.
i chewed on my bottom lip as i looked over at kentrell nervously. i could feel sweat form on my forehead as i watch our surroundings quickly change.
oh shit, he's trying to kill me.
"kentrell." i said looking over at him as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
"i know you hear me." i sat up once i figured he was ignoring me.
the car came to an abrupt stop on a gravel road as we were only surrounded my trees.
"get him before he gets you." melly words repeated in my head as i watched kentrell step out and walk around the car.
i quickly begin to dig around the car until i found a hand gun in the glove compartment with bags of weed.
"dumb ass drug dealer." i chuckled to myself before the passenger door flew open making me hold the gun up.
"you one smart bitch." kentrell smirked as we both pointed a gun at each other.
