Protector.

20.

Wynter.

I opened my eyes to feel something heavy on me. I rolled them once I realized it was Kentrell sleeping on me like baby. I saw the sun was peeking through the curtains a bit. "Trell move," I mumbled trying to sit up but I couldn't budge.

"For what?" He asked sleepily.

"You on me and I have to pee," I replied tiredly.

He smacked his lips and sat up just enough so I could fall on to the floor. I stood up and raced to the bathroom, I sat on the toilet releasing the full bladder which I had. Once I finished I washed my hands and exited. Sadly once I got back to the couch he was there still.

"Let's go get in my bed," he mumbled walking past me. I followed behind like a lost puppy and sat on the bed once we reached the room. He closed the door behind him and his phone was ringing beside me. I picked it up and saw the screen flashed Arab

He answered it standing right infront of me, "wassup?" He greeted reaching his hand inside his boxers.

I reached my hands out pushing him away from my face but he didn't budge. "Man I don't know what'chu talkin' about the only bitch I be wit Wynnie and you know damn wel-" he then paused with his pretty brown eyes wandering. I believe she had cut him off. I think Arab was short for Arabian. I wasn't sure who she was but she sounded rather familiar. "Girl fuck you! I don't give a fuck about'chu any fuckin' way delusional ass bitch!" He then ended the call and tossed his phone.

"Talkin' bout she heard she seen me wit a bitch last night, bitch why is it cho business who i was wit anyway? I ain't spoke to you in months," he vented looking in every direction but me.

"But it's a problem when I even conversate with other niggas," I confessed scoffing in disbelief.

He finally looked at me, "because.. You wan' me tell it?"

I nodded.

"You mine," he admitted, "you always gone be mine ya hurd me?"

I slowly nodded and closed my eyes as he leaned in. Our lips met and stayed together for what felt like forever. I finally pulled away seconds later and he forced my arms around himself. "Gimme anotha' one," he demanded wanting yet another kiss. I giggled a bit and our lips met again. His lips were relative to cotton candy pressed against mine, the way they melted together and became stuck so quickly.

"I love you Kentrell."

"I luh you too."

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"Man watch out," Kentrell mumbled nudging me with his elbow on accident trying to remove himself from the couch. I sat there watching as he exited into the bathroom to answer yet another phone call but I shrugged it off completely. The doorbell rung and I stood to my feet walking towards the door. I opened it seeing it was the guys as usual.

"2K time bitches," Ben announced.

I walked back to my seat and laughed, watching how excited they'd become to be playing video games. "Do you want some?" 3 asked holding a blunt between his finger tips. I shook my head refusing to smoke. I just didn't feel like it at the moment or any moment anymore. Kentrell came back from the bathroom looking vicious. He was beyond pissed off and I didn't know why. I wanted to know honestly.

"Man I'm fuckin' heated," he announced.

"What's the problem slime?" Ben wondered glaring at the angry man. 

"This bitch pregnant," he replied, "Nene pregnant."

My stomach began turning in knots. My palms began to sweat and I just stared at him without saying a word. I brought my thumb nail into my mouth and chewed on it. I was trying my best to calm myself down. "Sheesh," BabyJoe blurted seeming a bit surpised. "I don't even kno what to fuckin' do right nah but a nigga heated I know dat much," he spat sitting beside me.

I leaned away from him and scooted closer towards Three rather slowly.

I snatched the blunt from his hands in inhaled deeply then I blew smoke into the air. "So you was fucking her while you was fucking me or what?" I wondered looking at the side of his face. He looked into his lap seeming a bit disappointed honestly. To think I was actually starting to fall for him believing we could move up pass the friendly shit. Then here he goes dropping this heavy ass bomb not only on me but it lands directly on my heart.

"Kentrell answer me!" I demanded.

"Huh?" He finally looked to me.

I stood up grabbing my bag and he grabbed my arm instantly, "whea' you goin'?"

"Away from you nigga now get the fuck off of me!" I hollered snatching my arm back and exiting out the front door. At this point I was refusing to cry. Kentrell had some nerve honestly. Here I was being loyal to him when this man couldn't even do the same for me. There was zero reason for me to be loyal to him anymore from here on out. "Wynnie," he called out following me out the door.

I ignored him and went towards Three's car calling him so could take me home.

"Wassup?" He answered.

"Come take me home," I managed over Kentrell talking a few feet from me. "You already kno dat shit dead," he confessed looking at me as I ended the call and began scrolling down IG. The look on my face was completely unemotional which was hard for me to do. I needed to stop allowing Kentrell to think he had power over me - even the slightest.

"Is you listenin' to me?" He asked looking unamused by me.

I didn't bother even giving him the tiniest bit of eye contact. "Now you bein' petty not tryna hea' shit I gotta say," he insisted.

The sound of keys dangling caught my attention. I looked over seeing Three finally reaching the car. "You're a lifesaver," I cheesed then rolled my eyes at Kentrell entering the finally unlocked door. "Oh so this what'cho hoe ass do?" Kentrell started, now here he was playing the blame game trying to point fingers at me. "Nigga fuck you I'm going home," I announced flicking him off as he was starting to yank on my door handle.

Three entered and directed Kentrell to chill on his handles in a joking manner.

"Open this fuckin' do' I swea' to God I'mma drag this bitch out," he yanked more and more. "Can you go away?" I asked calmly rolling down my window a bit.

Kentrell finally stopped and stared at me through the tent.

Three started the car, "mane watch out."

Moments later he finally moved from my door and allowed us to drive off. I let out a breath of relief. I was glad to be out of his presence. He threatened to drag me out of the car? Kentrell was acting as if I'm the one who got pregnant by someone else in the midst of us dealing with each other. "He is really crazy," I finally spoke.

Three chuckled, "he ain't that bad."

"Nigga yes he is. If this door was unlocked I'm sure he would've really dragged me out the car," I admitted swallowing hard.

He shook his head, "I wouldn't have let him do that to you, none of us would."

I wasn't sure if he was telling the absolute truth or not but it felt great to know they had my back when it came to their crazy ass friend. "Y'all jus' gotta chill out," he insisted turning down a street. I pointed to myself, "I didn't do shit he's the one who's still conti-"

"Y'all so in love and it's tearin' y'all friendship apart."

I let my eyes roll. Yes, I loved this man but there were times when I wish I never did. "Kentrell just don't wanna be friends with me he feels like I belong to him and nobody else," I admitted shaking my head a bit.

"My point exactly so stop communicatin' altogether."

"You don't think I haven't tried?" I nearly shouted causing Three to crack a smile. "I've continuously tried to cut him off for different reasons and he just sneaks his way back into my life somehow or someway. It's not like I allow him to have power over me he just does," I sighed, "I don't know what to do."

Three glanced at me then back at the road, "I wouldn't kno' but it's crazy." I then looked down at my lap in disappointment.