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-Thursday ; 2020-
-Houston, Texas-
-Nevaeh's House-
-Nevaeh Renée Quinn-*
"Ma, no he did not. We have no idea how long his been here in Houston." I told her making her a sandwich as she sat at one of my kitchen stools."You know ion like that boy or his crazy ass mama, Nevaeh. Do we gotta move again?" She questioned and I looked at her frowning.
"Mama I like it here besides, I have my own house now and youn even stay wimme no more. I told you I'm not moving anymore." I told her getting out the juice as she rolled her eyes.
"Knowing you, you gone let that boy right back in. Everyone knows you can't resist him and again Nevaeh, I'm telling you, ion like him." She told me and I rolled my eyes.
"Mama, you only met him once and besides, I've been resisting him this whole time what makes you think things gone be different as time goes?"
"Ion know Nevaeh you tell me. You weren't supposed to ever see him again." She told me "That's the whole reason why we moved in the first place." She added on and I nodded.
"I know that ma, can we talk about something else? I lowkey regret even telling you that he lives here." I mumbled the last part.
"Does her mama live here now too?" She questioned causing me to look to the side, annoyed.
"I wouldn't know ma. I told you, I don't like Kentrell enough to even smile his way. Let alone have a conversation bout his mama." I told her and she nodded.
"I hope not cause that would be a problem." She called herself mumbled but I heard her. "and why's that?" I questioned sitting down looking at her.
"Huh?"
"Nah mama, you heard me. Why?" I asked and she sighed. "'cause if I had to see her, all hell would break loose." She told me causing me to scrunch my face up.
Ion know why but my mom never liked Kentrell or Mama Rhonda. She met them once and it was for less than an hour.
Mama Rhonda said I looked familiar and thought I was some girl then after that, my mama just hasn't liked her at all.
Well the feeling was kinda mutual cause Mrs G ain't like her either.
I sighed before taking out my phone to check the time. "What you checking if Kentrell's dented ass calling?" She questioned giving me a bored look causing me to glare at her.
"Ma, I can't deal with this. We've been talking about him all day. Damn, can't we talk about you? How you've been doin-" I started but she cut me off. "I wanna go home, to my house." She told me.
Damn I've been wanting to take you home cause unt unt you been moody as fuck today.
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-I just got back from taking my mama home and I was sitting alone eating a few snacks that I bought earlier while watching some YouTube couple prank videos.
I wish I had Instagram or a YouTube channel but nah, mama ain't want me having none of those.
like okay how you want a bitch to serve her looks den?
The video paused and my phone started vibrating.
Unknown
incoming call.."Hello?" I answered. "Uhmm hey, Nevaeh?" I heard someone say on the other line causing me to furrow my brows.
"Yes, this is she.. who's this?" I questioned. "Uhm I- I need your help." the person said and I sat up. "Who is this?" I questioned again. "I'm h-hurt and I- I'm just playing with you. Dis Ben ya best friend." Ben said causing me to sigh and I heard people laughing
"Don't play like that." I told him and he chuckled. "So I'm your best friend? I mean you aint say I ain't..." he started and I opened my mouth out to speak but he spoke again.
"So best friend, I wanted to invite you over." He told me and I chuckled. "That ain't happening." I told him and he sighed. "Mane come on. Say, Kiki.. come talk to yo friend!"
Sky's there?
"Nevaeh please, it's fun out here. We're having a great time although Boomer and Kd outta their minds-high as hell..." She said and I heard what sounded like a glass breaking before Kentrell's loud voice. "Y'ALL GONE PAY FOR THAT SHIT, MANE! SAY KD! STOP." I held back my laughter
"Please come?" She begged. "Besides, I'm starting to feel like a lil hoe being the only girl here." She whispered and I chuckled.
"I'ma have to pass, I'm tired so I can't. I just wanna sleep. My mama was here, you know how I get after dealing with that." I told her and she laughed then I heard Kentrell's voice.
"Ha mama, Yaya? Nah see, she still alive? I was hoping she dead." He mumbled the last part and my jaw dropped.
"Don't talk like that bout my mama." I told him and since the phone was on speaker he heard me. "Or what?" He questioned
"I'm gone do sumn I've wanting to do for a long time after MY FATHER'S death.. " I told him and heard someone say 'oop' before he answered.
"..and what's that? fuck me?" He questioned and I guess Ben found that funny cause he laughed. "Nah, beat the fuck outta you." I told him and I heard him laugh.
"You off speaker. How the fuck you gone do allat when youn even wanna be around me. If you so damn sure that you over me and shit come over, be around me." He told me
"Running away and avoiding me ain't gone help you in no way now. I found you and it won't be as easy to get away from me as before, coward ass." He then added on and I got up. "I'm not a fucken coward and I am over you!" I told him and he chuckled.
"Okay then Ms Nevaeh Renée Quinn, prove it." He told me and I cursed under my breath.
"Fine, I'm coming." I told him before ending the call and I could just imagine him smirking.
I guess no matter how much I try denying it, it gone stay true. Kentrell still knows me. He knows that I never back down from challenges.
He knows how to make me forgive someone, how to get in my good books again, how to turn me on, everything. That nigga studied me for years up until the age of 17.
Now I'm 19 and he gone use all he got against me to win me back.
Question is, Nevaeh baby, are you finna be able to resist allat?
Fuck.
I thought before grabbing my keys, locking the house and entering my car, making my way to his place.
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