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7: I Choose You

Qua POV

"Khalil stop." I said trying to stop him from tickling me. I am still mad at him but he wont leave me alone.

"Nope, talk to me."

"Okay." I said as he let me go.

"What do you want to talk about."

"Me and you." I rolled my eyes knowing this waas coming. Its only been 3 weeks.

"What about us?" I asked, acting clueless.

"So you just gone act clueless. You know what I'm talkin' bout' Qua."

"Okaaayyy. What do you want to about between us?"

"Why you avoidin' me and only talkin' to me at work?"

"I told you and Nate that we wouldn't be speaking unless its about work."

"Okay, its been three months. When you gone lighten up on a nigga?"

"Never. I dont want yall to be actin' stupid and shit cause' yall childish as fuck."

"Bab-"

"You betta not even say it." I said putting my finger in his face.

"Marquasia, really. Give me a chance."

"I gave you a chance. You fucked it up."

"Qua." He said giving me a stale face. He touched the inside of my thigh, making my breathing get off track.

"Ummhmm." I said accepting the second chance. I couldnt speak because I would choke.

"Is my hand a problem." I shook my head quickly as he smirked and started to rub my thigh. I removed his hand and ran up the stairs. My cheeks started to burn from the embarassment.

"Hotspot?" He asked coming up the stairs behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and putting his chin in the crook of my neck.

"No." I lied.

"Yeah, whatever." He laughed. I squirmed out of his grip, once again.

"Stop Khalil." I said as he tried to pull me back to him.

"Why? You know you like it." I didnt, but at the same time I did. He was an asshole but I'm starting to have feelings for this asshole. Matter fact, both of these assholes.

"Look, what do you want?" I asked, turning around to face him.

"I wanna be able to talk to my boopie." He said then poked out his lip. I laughed in his face. Not to be rude, but boopie. Really?

"Boopie? Who and what the hell is a boopie?"

"You could be boopie if you gave a nigga a chance." He said with a slight irritation in his voice. I hesitated, but I wanted to give him a chance. Its hard not to speak him when he so damn fine.

"One more chance. Dont fuck up." I said then walked down the stairs like 'yeah bitch, I run this shit.' But I do run this shit.

I walked into the kitchen to see Nate with a big bottle of Ciroc, weed and hyis eyes were blood shot red. He looked as if he had been crying.

"Nate, whats wrong with you?" I asked, kind of worried about the poor guy.

"I need you to be in charge for a couple of weeks. I gotta fly down to ATL."

"Why?"

"Cause I said, damn!" He yelled then walked out with the bottle. I grabbed the back of his shirt and was about to cuss him out until I saw the tear drop from his eye.

"Nate whats really wrong?" I asked after I dragged him into his office.

"Grandma-" He chocked out that before the tear all came out. He didnt have to explain. His grandma was the only person he had left. She may have been in Atlanta but she was there to help him.

He started to lash out, throwing bottles, flipping chairs and punching a million holes in the wall before I finally calmed him.

"Its okay. Its going to be ight." I said as he cried into my chest.

"No its not! Aint shit okay about this! Aint nobody else here for me! Stop telling me its okay!" He yelled with rage coming over him. I let it slide because I knew he was in pain and suffering. I walked out his office so he could calm down then later we could talk.

3 days later

"Okay Nate, I know. I got this." I said as he kept reminding me of what to do.

"Ight, I'll call you later."

"Okay." I said as we parted from our hug and he went into the airport.

"Lets go." Khalil said impatiently.

"I know you gone wait."

"And if I dont."

"Get'cho ass beat in front of all these people."

"Whats up then?" He asked walking over to me.

"Im just playin, damn." I said pushing him away.

"Yeah, thats what I thought."

"But you still dont run shit." I said as we hopped in the car.

"Where to?"

"Take me home, please."

"Ight." We rode in silence until I felt a hole being burned into the side of my face.

"Do you want a picture?" I asked as he continued to stare. He licked his lips and smiled at me.

"You know you beautiful right?"

"Aww thanks." I cooed as my cheeks started to burn again.

"Why you dont wanna be with me?"

"I didnt say I didnt wanna be with you. I just knnow that you got hella hoes and I dont wanna mess up yo' lil circle."

"Please?" He said making a puppy dog face.

"Okay, I'm only gonna do this once. You have to choose between me or your hoes." He thought about the senario before turning to me and looking me dead in my eyes. I was mesmerized to be honest.

"I choose you." He said before kissing my lips making my stomach jump. He got out the car and opened my door. I was still in shock on that kiss. How did he do that?