"I'm gon' always look out cause you was there fa me when shit mattered the most." -Cartier

We keep it gutter We f*** with no rubber We be on top of covers He got a n**** and I got a b**** We don't tell on each other

"You crazy." Tripp said, staring Deno in the eyes. "I'm whatever when it comes to you." Deno replied with a smirk.

"You saved my life." "I wasn't gon' let you die." "I know that... but that don't make it less real."

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. They are both tense, hot, and guilty as charged. 𝐁𝐱𝐁

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.

𝙽𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙾- 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

"There's a billion niggas in this world and I chose you"

this is a bxb story if you don't like plz don't come up here with all that bs and just leave ;3 quot& if you want something say it like you mean it ma. quot&! i never said i wanted something from you . quot& well shit with the way you looking at me right now you could of fooled me .

"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