"Let me get yo' number." I said and he looked back at me with surprise. "Why? You gay?" He asked and I laughed. "Nigga, you my new studio person. I want to stay in contact," I explained and he nodded. "Oh. Cause I could've sworn you were flirtin' wit' me." He muttered and I grinned. "Don't take it to heart, I jus' be bored," I said and he typed in his number. "Well, don't joke wit' me cause I'm really like that." We made eye contact again and a smirk gifted my lips. "Mm," I licked my lips and he bit his. "Bye Tariq. I'll save your number as asshole." He went back to his computer. "And I'll save yours as big ass," he laughed. "See, you provin' my point. Bye." He waved good-bye at me. Asshole: Goodnight ____ It's a lil lame ik buttt Read to find out more !😝😙 Trigger warnings inside the book

sincere brooks is used to people making assumptions about him. they see his makeup, his nails, the way he loves anything feminine, and decide they already know who he is. but sincere doesn't care. between helping out in a 1st grade disability classroom, doing hair on the side, and trying to survive his senior year, he has bigger things to worry about. like graduating. nasir woods has his own problems. his music is finally taking off, his followers are growing every day, and everyone expects him to become the next big rapper from the city. with tattoos, confidence, and a reputation that follows him everywhere, nasir seems like he has everything figured out. he doesn't. when a fake relationship is suggested to help boost nasir's image before the release of his first mixtape, sincere agrees to help. it should've been simple. a few pictures. a few dates. a few convincing captions. that's it. but the longer they pretend to be together, the harder it becomes to separate what's real from what's fake. because somewhere between late-night phone calls, shared secrets, and stolen glances, sincere starts falling for the one person he was never supposed to. and if he's not careful, project: pretty might end up breaking more than just the rules.

Bellamy ain't ask for the name Blick, but once Miami saw what he could do with fire in his hand, his real name stopped mattering to everybody but the people closest to him. On the outside, Blick is quiet, feared, respected, and untouchable, the type of man folks lower their voice around before he even steps in the room. But nobody knows that underneath all that control is a secret from middle school that still sits on his chest like a loaded gun, waiting on the wrong person to pull the trigger. Nasir Brooks is spoiled, pretty, reckless, and mouthy enough to make anybody lose their mind, but Blick is the first person who refuses to let him run wild just because he's cute. Nasir hates that Blick can check him with one look, and Blick hates how fast that bratty boy starts getting under his skin, but the deeper they fall, the closer Bellamy's past gets to dragging him back under. Because Nasir loves loud, jealous, and without shame, but Bellamy knows love can switch up real quick when the truth finally steps into the room.

Everything was about to be different-but not the kind that breaks you. The kind you grow into. A good different.

Cause you give me something familiar 🖤 • "Look, I ain't mean to wake you up. I was just getting my shit and leaving," he said, quickly reaching down to grab his shirt from off of the ground near a fallen lamp. I guess that was what caused the crash earlier. "We don't even have to talk about it, for real," he rushed out. "So, you was just gon' fuck and dip?" My words stopped him in his tracks. "Without sayin' nothin'?" I was lowkey hurt at the realization that he was tryna sneak out of my spot after what we did. "Kofi...we fucked," he whispered the last part guiltily, as if he was afraid to say it out loud. "You're straight. I-" "Obviously, not anymore...after the way I had you screaming last night." . *Spin-off from Waves

One hotbox. One secret. Two boys who swore they were straight-until the smoke started messing with more than just their heads. Nic parties hard and lives louder, chasing highs and avoiding anything that feels too real. KT stays lowkey and unreadable, carrying a past he never talks about. They're nothing alike-but something clicks when they end up hotboxing in Nic's car at a random party. It was supposed to be just a vibe. But the more nights they spend together-talking, laughing, sharing things they shouldn't-the harder it gets to ignore the tension in the air. Glances last too long. Touches get bolder. And suddenly, nothing about being "just friends" feels right anymore. They've never looked at a guy like this before. Then again... they've never met someone like each other.

Kazeem "Kaz" Curtis is known on the block for wooing the ladies. He's handsome, fly, and everybody's got his name in their mouth. But when the truth about what he's hiding comes out, will they reject him-or finally see him for who he really is? Before he can figure that out, Jasir enters his life. Some call him a mystery. Others know him as hood royalty. But all Jasir knows is that Kazeem isn't as slick as he thinks. He sees right through him.