Protector.

32.

Wynter Dawson.

I restarted the dryer since I personally felt like the clothes weren't dry enough. I exited the laundry room going down the hall back to the living room. Kentrell was sitting there playing video games with the boys and he wasn't really paying me any type of attention since they decided to put money up. The room was filled with different voices coming from every direction.

Kentrell and I had something going on, and I liked it. We kept our affection to ourselves though, even though we'd hug and cuddle infront of them like usual. I really didn't want this thing going the opposite direction like the last few times.

"Fuck!" Kentrell shouted tossing the controller in defeat. Boomer laughed and teased his which caused me to smile.

The doorbell rung and I believed it was the pizza delivery. I had the large stack of cash in my pocket from each of them to pay the guy with tips included. They each wanted different things like bread twists, wings, brownies and pizza of course. I opened the door seeing the unfamiliar man. He handed me the stack of boxes. "That'll be $106.63," he said. I placed the boxes on the table beside the door and handed him the money with tips.

I could sense a presence behind me but I paid it no mind.

"Thank you beautiful," he smiled.

I smiled back, "have a great day hun."

I shut the door and turned seeing Kentrell standing there, "what'chu bein' friendly for?" He wondered snatching the boxes and passed them out to whom he thought they belonged to. "Friendly?" I questioned.

"Nigga this ain't mine fuck is this," Three cursed switching boxes with KD.

"What you mean fuck is this? Fuck is you pitbull looking ass nigga. French bulldog looking ass nigga. Teacup puppy built ass nigga," KD teased causing the room to roar in laughter instead of Kentrell and I.

Kentrell nodded, "yea' you bein' friendly."

"By saying and doing what?"

"You was smilin' too hard first of all," he informed, "and secondly you don't need to call nobody else nothin' besides they first name."

I scoffed in disbelief, "nigga you can't be serious."

He eyed me indicating he was more than serious. I fanned him off mentally and carried on cleaning the house, starting back with the kitchen, beginning to sweep the floor. I wish Stasia wasn't so busy with her grandma so she could entertain me at least. My phone had buzzed on the counter top and I saw it was a message from Tez. He said he wanted to meet up right now but I didn't know if now would be a good time since Kentrell was completely up my ass entirely.

I grabbed the dustpan placing it infront of the small particles and swept them upwards. I emptied it into the trashcan and set them both aside.

"Wynnie you hungry?" Kentrell asked loudly from the living room. "No I'm okay," I responded running the dishwasher again since I started it before I went to wash clothes. I turned around seeing Kentrell scrolling on my phone. I kissed my teeth and walked to him snatching it from the counter. "What'chu snatchin' shit fo?" He wondered standing directly in front of me finishing up the food he had in his mouth. "Because you're all in my phone but you don't let me in yours," I sighed.

"But he textin' you what tha fuck is left to talk about?"

I shrugged, "I really don't know Trell."

"Stop fuckin' playin'wit me y'kno damn well what that bitch ass nigga want, he left you so ain't shit else to discuss.. This whea' I draw tha fuckin' line," he informed growing more and more upset as our conversation progressed.