IVY //SLUMPTACION

Chapter 7

STOKELEY

Jahseh pulled me towards his room, we were laying on his bed. I was playing in his hair and he was on my stomach. We laid there silently with Billie, 'When the party's over', was softly playing in the background.

Jahseh was humming and singing along. "Call me friend but keep me closer."

"CALL ME BACK!" He suddenly screamed, making me jump. Then the nigga went to humming and singing softer afterwards.

I glared at him. "Bitch fuck you." I kissed my teeth.

He chuckled like it was cool.
"Sorry not sorry."

You know what I did? I pinched his damn nipple, causing him to moan out in pain.
"Stokeley, you hoe! That was sore. You could have warned me." He pouted and punched me in the chest.

"Oof!" My breathing was cut short and I started coughing.

"That does you good."

"Man. You n-not my vro no m-more." I struggled saying my words. Calming my breathing down. Jahseh hits hard but when I hit back he cries.

We've fought a lot and it's always ended with me apologizing to Jah. The first time I saw him cry was after a fight we had in 6th grade, at my house.

<Flashback>
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"Stokeley, you ass! You cheated!" Jah exclaimed.

We were playing Mario Kart and he was being a sore loser. He's just angry because I won fair and square.

"Jah." I said. He just kept on ranting.

"Jahseh, I did not cheat. I won fairly and you're just angry" I said, smirking. He stopped and looked like he was considering it.

"No. You cheated!" He yelled, all over again. My smirk fell and I sighed.

"Jahseh. You're being a sore loser." I confessed and I earned myself a punch on the shoulder. A hard one.

"No, I am not." He huffed.

"Okay. Keep telling yourself that." I shrugged.

"Shut your bony ass up!" He yelled. Which just made me laugh. I laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed.

He got riled up and started screaming. "Stokeley, Shut Up! SHUT UP!" He continued yelling.

"I hate you! I hate you!" I tried calming him down. I went close to him but he started throwing hands and puncched me in the jaw.

I went tumbling down, to the floor but I quickly got up and caught him on the mouth. We were on the floor, fist-fighting.

He went for my eye but I ducked that hoe and we got into it again. I was on top of him and he was under me.

"Stop! Boys! Stokeley and Jahseh! Get the hell up!" We both heard them but they were ignored. My mom had to pull me off of him and keep me in place from getting at him. I snarled at Jahseh.

Jahseh was being held by his mom. She was saying soothing nothings to him, to help him calm down. Instead of him trying to come at me, he was crying on the spot. His face behind his hands.

After a while, everything and everyone was calm. Both moms' had left the room and it was quiet. Jahseh had his back to me.

He was over there, sniffling and shit. I got up and sat behind him. I hugged him from behind. He sighed in content.
" Jah. I'm sorry." I murmured and cleared my throat afterwards.

"It's fine."

"Jahseh." I said. More sternly.

"It's all good Stoke. You just hit too hard." He turned around and have me a reassuring smile. His lip was cut from me punching him on the mouth.

I nodded and hugged him. He hugged me back and laughed.

"You still cheated."

<Flashback over>
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That was the first time we actually got in a fist fight and me seeing him cry.

"Jah, you got some weed?"

JAHSEH

"Jah, you got some weed?" Stoke asked after a long, silent moment. I looked up at him. "Sure." I nodded and opened up my drawer. I had two rolled up blunts and took out only one. I'm saving the other for another day.

He pulled out a lighter and lit the blunt up. He took a drag and handed it over to me. I took a long, well needed drag and kept it in some.

"Vro. Chill." I let the smoke out, while laughing. He laughed too. It was like that, me and him passing each other the blunt. Suddenly, Stokeley started laughing.

I couldn't help myself but to giggle. "What is it?" I asked him as he laughed.
He looked at me and erupted in laughter. He shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know."

I soon laughed too and I couldn't breath. I hit him in the face and he returned the gesture. That didn't stop us from laughing.

We didn't know why we were laughing but we just were. We were laughing and I was on top of him, laughing hard.

He practically had tears running down his face, from laughing hard.

The laughing died down and we just looked at each other. Taking in each others features. I wiped the tears off his face, as we were leaning in. Stokeley held the back of my head.

We could feel each others breaths tingling on one another's face. As we were about to kiss, the door bell rang. Cutting our moment short.

I got off him and ran to the door. We were about to kiss. I was about to kiss my best friend.

I went to the door in anger. A part of me was angry and disappointed that we got interrupted. I swing the door open.

Soon, my mean and hard glare turned into a concerned and pissed look.

Out there, Gazzy stood there, crying his eyes out. A bruise on his cheek and his clothes torn. His t-shirt baggy and falling off his right shoulder.

I quickly pulled him in and into my chest. Before I could ask him any questions, the first thing that he whimpered was,

"Omar".