Protector.

31.

Wynter Dawson.

I let my eyes roll seeing another tweet from Tez. It had been about a week since we broke up and he was throwing shots at me honestly. Talking about how he'd never get another bitch anything tatted on him or how he'd never love another bitch whatsoever. I know he was upset and he had every right to be but don't turn into Kentrell while doing so. That shit was irritation at its finest.

"Get off the phone," Stasia demanded.

I placed it face down on the couch, "I really miss him," I mumbled, "maybe I should do something crazy."

"Crazy like what?" She raised an eyebrow, "you not thinking about hurting yourself are you?" I looked at her, "no girl I mean something to wheel him back in besides these depressing ass paragraphs I've been sending him," I admitted, "like get his name tattooed on me or his face."

She instantly spit out her drink, "you wild.."

I nodded, "maybe he'll pay attention to me then."

"Or else you just gone walk around with a nigga face on you who don't give a single fuck that you just did it. You gotta let him come around," she implied, "let him have some fun and have some freedom - fuck a few hoes. Then eventually he'll come right back to you. Men are different, they need to party and he'll start to miss you. Us women we cry and then we party cause it's fuck you."

"You're right," I replied hearing my phone ding and I picked it up quickly and read the message from Tez. "He wants me to leave him alone until he's ready," I read aloud in a way I was a bit saddened but not completely cause I know eventually he'd come back to me.

The door swung open and in walked Kentrell with Ben, Three, and Joe following behind.

"Aye Wynnie you good?" Kentrell questioned instantly. I admired how he cared for me all the time. To be honest I couldn't even blame him for me being in this position, it was on both of us. I was always giving in to whatever he wanted me to do. I'd probably kill someone for him if he asked correctly. "I'm fine," I responded dryly. He flopped down beside me with the stench of weed swimming up my nostrils. "Damn Kentrell you smell like a dispensary," I teased causing him to chuckle a bit, "yea'?" I nodded slowly, "yeah."

"We came to pick y'all up so we could go to this new pizza place," Ben informed to Stasia.

"What pizza place?" I butted in.

Kentrell smirked, "it's new they got games allat shit. Y'kno I like shit like that,," he reminded and I nodded in response, "yes Trell I know."

"I'm jus' makin' sure you not stayin' stuck on other niggas likes and dislikes," he tormented. It was as if he was already poking at me this soon in the conversation, I wasn't okay with it but I'd let it slide for his own sake. "Bye," was all I responded and looked down at my phone going to Instagram and making myself look busy watching several makeup videos on my explore tab. My notifications immediately said 50 new likes, 23 comments, and 7 new followers. I truly could've cared less who decided to follow me, I felt as though I had more than enough.

"Alright let's go," Stasia called out.
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"Move," I nudged Kentrell as he was invading my bubble while we played basketball side by side. "You move," he spat slapping the ball out my hand causing it to fall back onto the runway. I kissed my teeth in annoyance and picked the ball back up trying to catch up to his cheating ass score. I was literally down by 7 points and he just didn't want to lose to me. Finally after it had ended he laughed, "I beat'chu."

"Nigga it shouldn't even count when all you did was cheat," I defended having the urge to push him.

I began walking away towards a different game wanting to branch off from him but he quickly reached out and grabbed my wrist pulling me back towards him. "What's wrong you ain't been actin' right all day?" He wondered sounding sincere. I shrugged, "I'm fine I'm trying to come around to you again... And you cheating at simple games isn't making shit better," I broke into a smile which caused him to have one also.