Obsessed

14

Kentrell DeSean Gaulden|| Youngboy

"Aye, dis it?" Three asked. Slowing down in front of a house, headlights off. It was the only house around, except for another a little further down the road.

"Yeah, this the addy she sent."

My phone started vibrating and I looked back down at it. It was Janae....Again. She had been calling me since I left the house. Like on some non stop type shit. Prolly cuz I ain't tell her what's going on but.....She'll find out later.
I denied her call and turned my phone off. I put it in the cup holder and grabbed my gun out the glove department. Three and Joe was strapped up to.

"Ight, leggo." We hopped out the car. Jay and Three went to around the house to the back. I went to the front door. I knocked on the door hard as hell.

"Who is it?" Somebody said.

"Bryson here?" I asked.

"Who asking?"

I got irritated. "Is he here or not mane?"

It was silent. I heard somebody moving, then another person said.

"This Bryson. Who you?"

"Let me in and so we can talk about who I am." I tucked the gun in my pants.

It was silent again and then the door unlocked. It opened and he just stood there.

"Come in." He stepped to the side.

I walked in and looked already. Mainly checking for any cameras or shit.

Or anything else this goofy ass nigga might be up to.

"Aye Tre, get him a soda or something." He said.

"Nahh I'm good. I won't be here long." I said

Neither will you.

"I just need to ask you something right quick." I turned and faced him.

"What's up?" He asked.

"You know Janae?"

He expression went blank, then a smile came across his lips.

"You her brother or something? What happened at the studio was nothing. I was just mad and walked off from her before I said anything."

"Ian worried bout nun a det. You know who I am nigga." I pointed at him.

"What? I don't know you—"

"Yes the FUCK you do son! You behind the lil text message I got about Janae, ain't it?"

"Huh? Ion know what you talking bout." He shrugged and tucked his hands in his pockets. The other dude just stood there, looking shocked.

"Ight, let me help you refresh yo memory." I pulled out the gun, and he did the same thing...So did his friend.

"You thought we was stupid nigga? We knew who you was before you knocked in the door." Bryson said, smirking.

"N you thought I was stupid nigga. Three! Jay!"

Three and Jay came from the corner and the two dudes pointed they guns at them.

"So, you wanna talk ni?" I asked him. He just stood there looking back and forth between me, Three, and Jay.

"TALK nigga!"

"Ight ight. Shit.....I saw her one day ight. At this pool party. She got confronted by this dude and her and her friend walked by me. And I overheard her the friend say 'Just tell Kentrell. Handlin' by yoself go end up like last time.' "