His Baddie º Zion Kuwonu

4

Sydney's POV

"So you mean to tell me you and the guys in a band?" "Yeah." "What's the name?" "Prettymuch." I looked him dead in the eye. "That is the dumbest shit I have ever heard." "Way to be nice shorty." "No problem light skin."

He was about say something when the waitress that was dealing with us came. "Hey I don't mean to bother you but are you two dating cause if not. You can come to my place after my shifts over." She said the last part looking at Zion.

Zion looked at me. He again was about to talk but I beat him. "No we aren't dating. We're married and I'm pregnant with his 9th child." Zion held his head down to hold in his laugh. "So you're pregnant." "The ninth one." She looked between me and Zion.

"Well I mean if your thinking about getting a divorce-" "Get a fucking hint and leave bitch." I said a little pissed off. "What hint are you-ohhh. You two aren't together." I nodded narrowing my eyes at her. "And you aren't pregnant and have never been." I nodded again. "So that means I have a shot." She took out a pen and note pad and wrote on it sliding it to Zion.

"Call me." She winked and turned around hitting into a table and stumbling. She turned and smiled at Zion before walking away. When she's out of sight Zion and I burst into laughter making people stare at us. "Aye the look on her face when you said you was pregnant with my ninth kid. Damn looked her shit in her pants." "Right." "Let's get outta here." "Cool."

We get up and walk out. "So you gonna let me here one of your guys' songs or what? I have I cut your dick off to make you?" He chuckled shaking his head. "You know your too violent for a girl." "That's stereotypical light skin head ass." "How?" "Not all chicks be the same. You got bitches like me and Kehlani. We say we'll cut your dick off and we will cut your dick off. And you got bitches like Malu. Who just all talk and no show."

"Thanks for the speech mom." "Stop Austin's my son." He took a dramatic breath holding his hand over his chest. "I feel betrayed." "If you keep buying me food and making an effort you might move up from friend zone to boyfriend zone." "How you move me up now?" "Nigga please. You buy me food once and flirt wit me a lot don't me you there yet."

"That's wack bro." My phone's ring tone of Put A Date On It by YG and Lil Baby started playing. "You really a street nigga shorty." "Fuck off bitch." I pulled my phone and answered it.

{Sydney ????}

Yessir?

Bitch where and Z at? Y'all fuckin' or some shit.

Kehlani you nasty. What you want?

School's done and we all going to the guys place. You down?

Yeah I'm done.

Cool. Nick shut up. Bro it's Sydney. Alright I love you.

Get a room mother fuckers.

Fuck off Sydney.

Love you more.

End of call...

"Take me to your crib asshole." I jumped on his back. "Why?" "The others going there so. I ain't gon stay at home alone. The fuck do you think I am?" "Sydney. That's who I think you are."

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Sorry for taking so long on the chapter. My mom did my hair and I was pissed cause she did the total opposite way I wanted it, now I look like a fucking black woman from the early 1980s'. And that is not okay. So can y'all pray for me?

Thx, bye thotties.