𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 ™€𝐍𝐁𝐀 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐎𝐘💚

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(Imma just have them call her Angel so don't be confused)

𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐞

'𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭'

𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:🅣🅗🅔 🅗🅞🅣🅔🅛, 🅛🅞🅢 🅐🅝🅖🅔🅛🅔🅢, 🅒🅐🅛🅘🅕🅞🅡🅝🅘🅐

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"So y'all are back?" KD asked. I looked at Ken and he nodded his head.

"Finally, I was getting tired of choosing sides." I looked at him.

"KD you didn't even have to choose sides in the first place." He pouted.

"I know but I really wanted to see y'all fight. Y'all act like a married couple." I scrunched my face up.

"Hell no. Ion wanna get married to this dent-headed nigga." KD laughed and Ken smacked his teeth.

"Stop playing on my top lil girl." He mugged.

"Little? Who dat? Ion know who she is or where she stay at. You got the wrong person." He chuckled and shook his head.

"Guh shut up." I rolled my eyes. He put an arm around me making me push it off.

"Sir, who told you could do that?" He got me fucked up.

"I said so mA'aM." He mimicked me making me roll my eyes.

"You always trying me. Dent faced bitch." I mumbled the last part.

"You wanna fight?" He got up and pulled up his pants.

I got up too. "Hell yea nigga, throw up your one." I tied my hair up and threw mine up.

He hit me playfully making me tackle him to the floor and slap him in the face continuously.

"Yea bitch, who tuff now-oww!" He flipped is over making me hit my head a little.

He threw light punches to my stomach and began tickling me. I hate getting tickled.

"Ok ok, stop." He gon get smacked if he dont stop.

He ignored me and continued tickling me. He hit a nerve making me slap him in the face.

"What you do that fa?" He held his cheek as he looked at me.

I covered my mouth trying not to laugh. "Sorry. It was a reflex. I told you to stop tickling me." I shrugged my shoulders as he mugged me.

"Mané i aint ever playing witchu again. Man ass hands. Hands heavy as hell." I shrugged.

"Now you know not to mess wimme no more."

"Mane shutup." He flicked me off.

"Then hop off my clit"