The Game of Love

Chapter Eleven

Kameron POV

“Man I saw ha wit that nigga the other night.”

“Ain’t no way she know what side she belongs on,” Dee said high as fuck. Yea we made up but there is still tension between us when it comes to Ariel though. He still thinks in the end I’m going to break her heart and he may be right, but hell give a nigga a chance.

“I’m telling you I was out wit Lauren ass and I saw her hugging on him and kissing on him.”

“Well then I guess I need to have a talk wit ha especially if we planning on rolling up ole boy soon.”

“Knowing Ariel she would probably pick him over us. I think she really feeling dude. She not gone give up him for us because of some gang shit, she been said that.” He didn’t say anything; he just laid back and took another hit of his joint.

Ariel POV

So I got a call form Dee that we needed to meet up, talking about we need to talk. We haven’t talked since I don’t know when and honestly I don’t know what we have to talk about. See me and my brother don’t really get along and we aren’t the type of siblings that constantly show love. We made a mutual agreement to always protect one another no matter. I told him I would meet him at the house at three.

Now I was going to go fix me something to eat cause ya girl was hungry. I went into the kitchen to find Ant cooking which was a surprise. “What ya cooking,” I asked hugging him from behind. “Blueberry pancakes and sausage with cheese eggs,” he said turning around to face me.

“Wow didn’t know you knew how to cook.”

“Yea I can cook. I just prefer it when you cook for me,” he said grabbing a hand full of my ass which took me by surprise. “Hmmm maybe I should make you cook more often then.”

“See I would but my cooking skills are limited.”

“I can teach you.”

“See the problem with that is I don’t want to learn,” he said chuckling. He thought he was smart but I would show him. “Okay then you either learn or to cook or you won’t be eating.” I challenged him. “If you don’t cook and I won’t cook then how you gone eat,” he said with a smirk. “I never said I wouldn’t cook for myself, I just won’t cook for you.” With that I left him standing there speechless. I went to the bedroom to get ready to meet Dee while he finished cooking. I went and took a shower and then dried myself off. After I was done I walked out into the bedroom with just a towel wrapped around my body. I went to the closet and found some ripped dark blue jeans with a red superman t-shirt to wear. I didn’t feel like dressing up so I just chose something simple.  Once I had everything on I put my hair in a messy bun and put on my diamond earrings. I slipped on my red and white converse and headed downstairs to eat.

By the time I reached the kitchen my stomach started to growl. I walked in and saw my plate sitting on the counter full with pancakes and sausage with orange juice and a side of fruit; my man truly knew me. I sat down at the counter and began to eat. “Well, damn you can’t wait for a nigga before you eat,” Ant said coming to sit in front of me.

“I thought you already ate,” I said as I continued to eat. Usually I would wait for him but today I was hungry and I wasn’t going to starve to death just because he wanted to take forever. “Maybe if you wouldn’t have taken forever, I might have waited for you.”

“I went to wash my hands.”

“Well you chose to be clean and I chose to eat.” In less than minutes I was done eating and got up to put my dishes in the sink. “Why you dressed all of a sudden?”