INFATUATED| NBA YOUNGBOY

Chapter 7: Drama in Baton

I woke up and Kentrell wasn't in the bed. The bathroom door was wide open so he wasn't in there. I sat up and grabbed my phone out my purse and turned it back on. Before I even had the chance to FaceTime him, he had already texted me a hour ago.

Kentrell 💚
Went to do a photo shoot. Be back later. DONT go nowhere either.

I smacked my lips while reading the text. "The hell he think I am? His daughter. Talm bout don't go where. Boy I'm grown" I said, laughing to myself. I checked my other text messages and seen i had a text from Londell, my brother. I had been gone for so long I had completely forgot about my dad and him at home.
Big Bra 🙄
ya so when you start kickin it with YB? And
when you coming home? You not grown YET.

-technically, I am grown and boy mind yo business. I'll be home soon.

Londell ^

I shut my phone off and went to grab my bag so I could take a shower. Before I could even brush my teeth, it was a knock on the door. I walked to go look through the peep hole and it was Bee. I opened it up. She was crying.

"Bee, what's wrong? Why you crying?" I asked, walking her to sit down on the bed. "I came back to the room last night from getting my charger from my car and Joe had some bitch in my fucking bed. Who da fuck does shit like dat Rara?" She said, yelling.

"Bee, calm down. Ima fuck dat nigga up bra. Playing with yo fucking feelings like dat. What he say when he saw you?" I asked. "He tried to grab my arm talm bout 'it's not een like dat. I'm sorry'. Boy fuck you forreal. I knew I shoulda never fucked with him." She said. "Where he at na? I'm finna go flex his ass" I said, getting up. "Don't een do it Ra. It ain't worth it" she said.

I grabbed my phone about to FaceTime Kentrell. I was heated. The phone rang about 3 times before he answered. "Ya?" He said. "Umm what the fuck is going on witcho 'dawg" Joe? Cus he over here fucking around onna low behind my bestfriend back K. Ian fucking with dat." I said. "Dat ain't my damn fault. What the fuck you getting hostile at me fa? He right hea actually" he said. "Give da phone to him" I said. He passed the phone to Joe. "Wassam?" He said, all nonchalantly.

"Bitch when I catch you at dis hotel later, ima flex yo ass. You just fucked up." I hung up the phone. "Rara, you ain't gotta do nun. I'm over it" Bee said. "You wanna go home?" I asked. "Not yet. Not trying to hear my momma mouth nagging me all day every day" she said, "I'll be back later. I need to get some air" she said. "Want me to come with you?" I asked. "No. It's fine. I'll be back doe". She got up and left out the door.

I went back to the bathroom to take me a shower. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I really needed to go get my hair done but that can wait. I threw on something simple since I didn't know what we were gonna do today. I laid back down in the bed and got on Instagram. I was scrolling until i seen that Kentrell posted a picture of me. "Aww" I said, as I read the caption. 

nba_youngboy the one i love da most 💚 #wcw

I was about to close my eyes when I heard the door unlock. It was Kentrell and Joe. Both of em was high as hell. I could smell the weed lingering off of em.

"Joe I told yo ass I got sum fa you and you inching for a ass whooping I see cus why you in this room?" I said. "Look mane, Ian tryna fight nobody. I fucked up ya I can admit it but I can also make shit right with Bee" he said, slurring his words. "How you gone do that?" I asked. "Try to talk to ha and get ha to understand me" he said. "Whatever" I said.

"Where she at anyway?" He asked, sitting down. "Said she needed some air, she been gone for a few hours doe. Call ha" I said. Kentrell was laying down on his back with his eyes closed. I rubbed his chest and kissed his cheek to his neck. He sat up and laid in between my legs. Joe was on the phone with Bee.

"Where you at mane? I needa talk to you. I'm sorry forreal mane. Ight. Here I come" he hung the phone up and walked out the room. "You wanna hear the song I recorded?" Kentrell asked me. "Ya" I said. He pulled his phone out and went to his documents. He pressed play.

I go by YoungBoy and I zip you up from talkin' shit
These nigga bitches and I know that they ain't 'bout that shit
Can't come how I'm comin', I was a youngin' when they tried that shit
I been knockin' niggas off, they never knew it was gon' come to this
Bitch, I been on some rider shit, I leave 'em dead
Got the whole city mad, I zip that boy 'bout what he said
You can stunt like you mad, I put a bag on top yo' head
I was up in the parish with pay pals under my bed
'Cause, bitch, I'm tryna flex some
Do some with all y'all, soon as we get up on her, walk my youngin', punch his head off
Lil' bitch, I'm off the north side
I'm bustin', I won't stand down
I'll put the bitch up in a casket, fuck up yo' headstone
Them niggas used to run the city, won't even claim that bitch

I really fucked with the song. Kentrell is real live talented. "I like it. When you dropping it?" I asked. "Ion know yet. Prolly next month or sum" he said, playing with his fingers. "What you name it?" "Free Ddawg. Ya know. For my dawg locked up." He said. "I'm not gone lie K, before the concert ian never take notice of you before" I said, laughing. "Wow, So you laying up in a hotel with a nigga you don't een know?" He said, laughing.

"Naw, it's not like dat. I had heard about your music I just didn't know about you" I said, "but before I came to yo concert I checked you out and yo music and I liked it. So don't feel bad" I said, squeezing his cheek. "Ahh you think that shit cute? It ain't" he said. "Shut up" I said, laughing

I got a phone call from Belizean. I answered. "Ya?" I said. She was screaming in my ear "he just fucking hit me. I'm finna kill dis bitch ass nigga on everything I love" she said. "Hol' up mane. Who hit you? Kill who? I know you not talm bout Joe" "Joe put his fucking hands on me and you better tell his friend to come get him before I end up on First 48 and I'm not playin Ra" she said.

I knew she was serious. "Where are you at Bee?" I asked. "I'm in the fucking parking lot in the car. He banging on my fucking window cus I locked the door. Now if he break dis bitch open ima really get in his ass" she said. I could hear Joe in the background yelling now. "We coming" I said. I hung up.

"Who was dat?" Kentrell asked. "Yo dawg just hit my fucking friend and she bout to blow his ass down K. She crazy. She don't play dat. We gotta go down there" I said, putting my shoes on. "Mane she ain't gon do nun to him. Joe just tweaking right na" he said. I walked out the door and hit the elevator. Kentrell was behind me. We got on and hit the 1st floor. Once we got downstairs, I ran out of the hotel.

I looked around and finally spotted Bee's car. Joe was still yelling and banging on the door. "Joe what the fuck going on mane?" "She got me fucked up talm bout she finna go find another nigga" he said. "So you took that as a opportunity to hit ha? You a goof ass nigga forreal" I said. "What? Mane K control yo hoe before I flex ha ass" he said, pulling his pants up, walking towards me. "Joe watch yo fucking mouth. We may be bruddas but you can get yo shit hit up nigga" he said, pushing me back.

"Is yo ass done acting crazy?" Bee got out the car, asking. "You ain't een seen crazy yet" Joe pulled his 30 out his trousers and all I heard was a loud POP.

To be continued..

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