*WARNING: This book is extremely unorganized and unedited*
"You knew what your dad was going to my family!!" I yelled snatching my arm out of his grip. "No I didn't. All i knew was that he was getting out." He said. "Besides let's not pretend that y...
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The weekend flew by and I had been back on campus for two almost two weeks now heading out of my second class of the day. "Freddie stop playing with me," Chelle said making him laugh. "Bitch! Let me see you shake that ass!" Freddie yelled. Chelle and I turned and looked at him before doing a little twerk. We all started laughing. "See that's why I love y'all." He said. "Tik Tok is taking over our lives," Chelle said. "So, there's a party tomorrow," I said. "I'll go if you're asking. We haven't done any hoodrat shit in a while." Freddie said. I looked at Chelle. "I got the bottle." She said with a smirk on her face. "I'm not drinking no tequila," I said. "You drink whatever I pull out. Yo momma ain't raise no bitch." Chelle said. I fake cried. "You right," I said. "Y'all sure y'all can go? Y'all's little boyfriends not gone be mad?" Freddie teased.
We looked at mugging him. "Don't do that," I said. "What the fuck they gone do?" I asked. "Des don't run shit," Chelle said. "Neither does Rah, period," I said. "Neither does Rah what?" I jumped turning to see Rah and Des with some of their football friends behind them. I smile sweetly. "Nothing," I said innocently but I could feel my body begin to warm up. "You sure because I could have sworn, I heard you say I don't run shit," Rah said giving me a look that sent a shiver through my body and goosebumps to cover my skin. His voice deepened and I was left speechless. "Whew, chile. That is definitely the look of a man that run shit." Freddie mumbled. "Well, I know for a fact that I hear you say I don't run shit," Des said walking towards Chelle.
He leaned into her whispering something before walking off. Chelle looked at Freddie and me before a big smirk spread across her face. "Bye." She said catching up with Des. Freddie squealed. "Well alright now." He said. I looked at Rah seeing him eyeing me. He licked his lips as his eyebrow rose. A small gasp slipped past my lips at the action which caused him to smirk. "The alphas are throwing a party tomorrow," Rah said. I nodded my head. "I know," I said. "I'll see you tomorrow then." He said walking up to me pulling me to him. He leaned into but instead of kissing my lips, he kissed my cheek while he gripped my hips. He looked down at me before letting me go. He nodded at Freddie before he and his boys left.
"Now that—" Freddie paused fanning himself. "That is a nigga that runs shit, period," Freddie said looking at me. He chuckled. "You okay?" He asked amused. I grabbed my shirt trying to cool down. "He has fucking with for two weeks now," I said as we walked off. "What do you mean?" Freddie asked. "Two weeks ago, he told me he loved me, and we almost had sex and I told him I wanted to, but he was drunk so I stopped it," I explained. Freddie nodded understanding. "And I don't know what happened but since we've been back, he's been sexually charge. He'll rub on me. Kiss me. Give me that fucking stare." I said shaking my head. "Like it's been a while for me, and I am fucking losing it," I said.
"Raheem seems like a quiet freak." I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Hear me out. Most guys be hyping up their sex game, talking about conquests, and just all-around bragging. Raheem doesn't do that. He quiet. He gets along with everyone on campus. He not in any mess. Not mention he screams big dick energy." Freddie said. "How long have you been examining my boyfriend?" I asked. He chuckled. "I examine every one. I'm the son of a psychologist and a detective. It's in my nature." He said making me chuckle. "But I'm for real." He said. I nodded my head. "I know that's why it's funny," I said once we reached my apartment.
