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I watched Kentrell walk quickly to the car in a fury and aggressive manner . I sighed as he slammed the door before I could even get to the passengers' seat .
What was his problem now ?
We had just came from a dinner, and now he was making a big scene out of everything . A boy literally complimented me and all I said was thanks . I noticed he was checking me out, but obviously I wasn't interested so I didn't pay him no mind . But for Kentrell it was other way around . He claimed he got over it, but I think this was the actual reason behind the attitude he was giving me .
"Bae? You okay?" I closed the door and locked it . He didn't say anything and just looked straight ahead . "Babyyyy..." I poked his shoulder . "Mane move." He pushed my arm away aggressively .
"Mhm, if you say so." I moved to where he was on the driver's seat and sat right on top of him . "Daddy why you mad?" I purposely laid my hand on his print . "Mane, come on bruh. You doing all this for what?" He groaned . "Stop playing with me like you don't want this." I put my arms around his neck and began kissing his lips .
He didn't kiss me back, and I backed up . "What's wrong with you?" I pouted . "You sure you don't know that nigga in there mane?" He asked and I sucked my teeth going back to the passenger's seat .
"Why you keep asking dumb questions, Kentrell?" I grabbed my purse . "I ain't tryna hear allat, just answer my question." He didn't look in my direction . "No. Why would I do that for?"
"So now you don't trust me." I looked at my promise ring . "I ain't say that, but I know how you is, you be trusting ever-"
"Kentrell, are we still on this! That was a long time ago, like forget it." I didn't want him to remind me the memories of Leonardo . Because once he did, then everything would just come back ."You know how I don't like that shit, you know I be having nightmares sometimes and what do you choose to do? Still rub it in my face."
He huffed and didn't say anything . He and I both knew that shit was hard to deal with . "I'm sorry ma-" "No, don't say sorry. Cause you meant that shit." I grew frustrated . Lately his vibe had been acting off lately .
He was always getting into tempers, and his attitude wasn't cutting it . I tried to be a companion and good soulmate by offering to talk to him about it, but he would refuse everytime .
He started the car up and played a little music .
Shit, there had to be something going on .
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