"Why yuu accin like dis, at leas I was honest bout the shit, plus I ain even do shit wit ha, I almost did but then I remembered."
"But I was so easily forgotten." I said.
"Is that whatchu mad bout? That why you been avoiding me?" He asked.
"I'm mad that we weren't even away from each otha fa more then an hour and I get tagged in a damn Instagram post talm bout how you had some hoe tongue down ya throat."
"It was by force, ion want no hoe tongue down my throat, I wan yours." He said, and that made my heart sink.
"No. I think this was mistake." I said.
"Really, dats it? Its gon be like dat?" He asked.
"Why it matta, you done already said you can have any bitch, so why pick a damaged one? Why pick damaged goods?"
"Cuh that not what you is to me. You so much mo than dat to me. I see straight through yo scars and straight to you. Ion want nobody else." He said, sounding like he was finna cry.
"You finna cry my nigga?" I asked.
"See, you make me a sap ass nigga." He laughed. "You really tryna leave me like dat?"
"Na, I guess not, but forreal keep my dick in yo pants." I said.
"Yo dick?" He laughed and I nodded.
"Wanna watch Netflix?"
"Sho." He said and I turned on Good Girls.
"That Hispanic nigga is not dat fine, wyo?" Kentrell asked making me laugh.
"Mhm, he is fine." I replied.
"But not as fine as me." He stated.
"Boi you ugly so watchyo confidence."
"I'm ugly but you lemme hit it." He said and I looked at my shoes.
"I could be imagining your someone else." I laughed.
"Oh really that how it be?" He said laughing.
"Yep." I said popping the p.
"We'll see."
"Whatchu mean nigga?" I asked and he ripped my leggings off my body.
"Exactly what I said." He chuckled.
(And y'all know what happened.)
"So who it was?" He asked after we both finished and showered.
"Huh?"
"Who you was imagining? Cuh it look like you was focused on me." He said.
"You was that Hispanic dude." I said, laughing and he smacked his lips.
"How I know you was finna say allat?" He asked and I laughed.
"Nah, but frl you ain ugly, I enjoy looking at yo eyes when we fuck."
"You think we was quiet enough?" He asked me and I shrugged.
"We'll find out tomorrow." I said and I laid down, boutta fall sleep.
"You goin night night?" Kentrell asked, as if I was three. I just nodded.
"You want kids?" I asked him.
"Yea like a whole army of em."
"Not by me." I said.
"Who said we was gon be together that long?" He snapped.
Well damn.
"Nobody, goodnight Kentrell." I said, rolling over. He smacked his lips and left my room.
I just feel like we at that age where we needa stop playin and shii becuh at like 20 we can start a fam and shii, but no he wanna be a dick.
I'll just have ta find another nigga after Kentrell.
