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four

Taymor

"I ain't had one of them ina minute."

Kentrell who had been sitting beside me on the steps, looked over-annoyed. He'd been sipping off this blueberry slurpee that cutely stained the inner part of his lips somehow, making me bite my lip softly.

"I bet you haven't." He mumbles, before I lean over, grabbing the cold cup out of his hands and admiring it.

Before I could even take a sip, he smacked his lips, reaching out for it. "Stop touching my stuuff."

Ignoring him just to get on his nerves, I drank it.

"Taymooor you always doing that." He complains as I let the cold drink melt off my tongue. I watch as his eyes grew big and defeated before I stick my tongue out just to make his pouting ass mad.

"My tongue blue?"

"Take a guess." He rolled his eyes at me, crossing his arms. "dumbass."

Just for that, I flicked him, right in that sensitive ass dent.

He howled in pain, smacking his hand over it. "Owee, what the fuck." His lip poked out but it only took one second before he started swinging at me.

"Dont."
"Fucking-
"Touch."
"Me!"

I laughed, each time one of his soft ass hits connected with my arms that were blocking him from my face.

"I'm not playing with you!" He shouted, scrunching up his eyebrows.

"Aye- calm your ass down."

His little ass needed to chill on hitting me like he actually wanted smoke.

"You gon get fucked up." I warn.

He huffed, cocking his hand back again, this time when he swung I grabbed it, gripping tight.

"Owwe Taymor!" He squealed, trynna free his wrist that I held out. "Getoffffame"

I smirked, watching him struggle.
"What I tell your lil hardheaded self? look where you at now."

He look up at me pitifully, still trynna pull his arm away. "Let go Taymor."

Shaking my head, I scoffed. "Why imma listen to you? Just so you can start throwing them lil bitch hits again?"

"IM NOT EVEN HITTIN YOU NO MORE!" Kentrell whined.

"Cause you can't." I taunted.
"Baby ass."

He huffed tiredly straining, little grunts leaving his lips the harder he tried to pull away. It was cute watching him get red and full of frustration. I almost wanted to let him go but I'd rather bother him.

"Okaaay." He dragged.
"I won't hit you."

I squinted my eyes at him making him sigh. "I promisee, please?"

His bottom lip shoved its way out,
"Please Tay?"

I laughed in his face.
"What makes you think imma believe you. I know you be lying."

"No I don't." He argued.
"Name one thing I lied about."

"When you told sha-

"Ah-ah." He stopped me.
"Shayaa don't count."

I shook my head, sighing as he smirked at me. Lil nigga thought he was so smart sometimes.

"Aight then." I chuckled.
"Say you don't got a crush on me?"