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"Ayo (y/n)! Pass me a Pepsi in the fridge will ya?"

You looked up from your phone and glanced over at Taymor. Simply squinting your eyes and knitting your brows together.

"Get off your ass and do it yourself nigga"

You pulled your phone back up to your face, ignoring the McLean. He groaned annoyed and walked into the kitchen himself.

His feet clattered right past you, you ignored him of course and continued to stalk random Instagram pages.

If you haven't noticed yet, Taymor tried to hit up on you every chance he possibly could get. You being loyal and committed to your older brother, ignored every single one of his failed attempts.

"(Y/n), I need help!"

Called Taymor from in the kitchen. At first you looked over at your brother, but he looked to annoyed to get up and help. He glanced over at you and than towards the kitchen.

"You ain't gotta be mean to him all the time, you know that nigga got the hots for you"

You just scoffed and looked away. To be honest Taymor was your type, you would've liked him more if he wasn't so hopeless.

You forcefully brought yourself up to your feet when your brother gave you puppy dog eyes. Your only and true weakness.

"Damn Rodney, why can't you be a normal brother and encourage your friends to stay out my pants?"

Rodney ignored you and continued to scroll through the channels through the television. You stomped to the kitchen and scowled.

"Cause I ain't normal, and don't be dramatic. Taymor ain't tryna get in yo pants"

You peeked your head out of the kitchen door before entering. With your hands gripped hardly to the frame you glared at Rodney.

"Well that ain't how actin"

Stomp.

Stomp.

As soon as you entered the kitchen you were greeted by Taymor who hovered over you. You just scoffed and pushed his face out of yours.

"Get the fuck away from me nigga, this better be fast cause I was watching this years freshmen cypher. They sayin XXXTENTACION's Fine ass finna freestyle this year"

You gushed at the thought and practically drooled. Taymor noticed your interest and took that shot to his advantage.

"You like rap?"

He leaned on the counter and you passed him and scummed through the fridge.

"Mhmm"

"Who's yo favorite rapper?"

You thought for a second before announcing who you took as your most liking.

"Hmmmm to be honest it gotta be (f/r/n)"

Taymor's expression sourced and he looked at you weirdly.

"Eew that nigga trash"

He said. You giggled and pushed Taymor's shoulder back, he slightly smiled. A sudden silence was between the two of you, he clattered his fingernails against he counter and you bent over to search for the Pepsi he wanted oh so much.

A few thoughts rushed through his head as you skimmed through the fridge. He stared at you intensely.

We having a good time right now, why is she so mean to me when everyone around?  She's only nice when it's just me and her.....

"Ayo (y/n), can I ask you a question?....."

Taymor said, breaking the sudden silence.

"Umm uh....... Sure. What do you want?"

You asked. At first Taymor played with his fingers and watched you stand up to look at the top shelf of the fridge. You stood at the edge thinking that it'll hold your weight.

"Do I make you mad all the time?..... even if I don't do anything?— I-I mean why don't you like me. Did I do something to you before to make you so—"

You felt the fridge shake and the doors which began to move back quickly, the fridge you stood on began to topple. Your scream cut of Taymor before he could finish his sentence.

"Oh shit—"

You jumped off the fridge and braced yourself for the large metallic box to smash you. But instead for the impact, you were surprised that nothing fell on you. Only thing was a Pepsi bottle.

When you opened your eyes you saw that you were between Taymor and the refrigerator, he hovered above you and held the fridge up.

"Damn, well if you look at that. I just saved yo ass from getting beat from yo momma"

He said from behind you, his breathe brushed against your neck. Your toes curled back and you lightly jumped up.

"All of that aside...."

Taymor pushed the fridge gently back up and closed the hinges at the door. He backed up and picked up the Pepsi bottle on the ground, carefully opening it up above the sink.

"Are you okay?"

He asked. You just stood there silent. You heard the bubbling of the bottle and most of the soda topple into the sink, he licked the sides of the bottle and turned to you.

"Hello? (Y/n) you aight?"

You stood there red faced as Taymor brushed his hand in front of your face. You were so into your daze that you haven't noticed that he was even in front of you.

You were so mean to him— like, all the time. Why would he save you from getting in trouble, if you were in his shoes you would've just let the damn fridge fall cause you're such a bitch to him all the time—wait! That's exactly what you meant! Someone could be the most nicest, kindest, generous person in the world and you still wouldn't have sympathy!

Was that you being a brat?.....

No it can't be.

But, aside from that. Taymor was nice to you, all the time! Sure he was a tease from here to there, but never was he an asshole! You could name many situations where he was so kind to you, even protected you. But you could never name one.

"Oh shit, you gettin war memories? Was the year two thousand?"

You still couldn't hear him, as of now you were in your own Montaigne. You were trapped in a reminiscing sequence.

"Hello? You want me to call yo brother? Did the bottle hit you to hard?—"

****

The year was 2015, it was the first day of seventh grade and it seemed to have been going smoothly for you. You made a few friends you took a liking to, and your big brother who was in eighth grade took his distance from you.

"Rodney you cannot follow me around today, you gotta leave me alone just for today. Okay?"

You remember telling your brother. At first he disagreed and said he was the older brother who made the rules, not you. But after a few pleads and fake tears he listened. You haven't heard from him all day since.

You strutted down the school corridor and held tightly onto your backpack straps on the side. Your friends all had detention and at the moment you were all alone.

"Hey! Girl with the backpack!"

You and about five other girls turned back to a stubby kid who practically shook the ground. You and the rest of the girls stared at him eerily.

"Who? Me?"

You all asked in unison. He pushed two girls aside and cane up to you. He pointed an accusing finger down at you.

"Not you hoe! You!"

He said. You skidded back and fell back into a wall. The other girls all scattered and minded their own business, get confronted by a eight grader? They thought not.

"Your older brother is Rodney right?"

You nodded your head vigorously, staying silent.

"Well he just stole my backpack and name tag this morning! So you finna have thirty dollars on you cause that's how much I'm takin back!—"

"Fuck outta hear! Get away from me!"

You yelled, pushing the taller white boy back. You tried to walk off, but before you could you were forcefully pulled back when he grabbed a handful of your hair.

You looked back at him and tried to pull the many strands back. You could admit, it was painful, it gave you a nasty headache and pain at the roots.

"What the hell! Only pussy hoes pull hair! Let me go asswipe!"

You tried to kick him back, but every time you did, a yelp escaped your lips due to him tugging on your hair harder.

"Where do you put your money?! Give me my money!"

"Bitch I don't have any money! Rodney has it!"

The boy smiled and continued to drag you around like a rag doll, you thrashed and tried to hit him back but couldn't. He dropped you for a second to punch you in your face just once, your nose was bussed in and you could tell it would be a bruise in the morning.

When you felt your nose you had blood soaking out from it. The boy held you up in the air by your hair as you screamed.

"Well than maybe you got something nice in your backpack?"

"No! Stop it!"

"Hey! Put her the fuck down!"

You turned your head to find your brother running up with a mob of eighth grade boys, the white boy still held you in the air by your hair, but he suddenly dropped you when your brother ran up with about most of his friends.

You fell to the ground and rubbed your head and center of your hair. You looked up to see Taymor with an outstretched hand, he helped you to your feet and held you behind him. You looked up at him and slightly smiled. You remembered seeing him around the house a few times.

As that was happening your brother bussed the white hits face into the concrete, continuing to do it until security and faculty all rushed down to save him. You brother still insisted to beat the boy up, he thought he deserved it.

"Don't you ever touch my sister!— don't even try to breathe the same air as her! If that happens I'm gonna buss a cap so far up you ass that when your funeral comes you gonna have gunpowder spilling out from yo lip!"

"Let go Mr. (l/n)! Right now or we're calling home!"

"Call home! Call my momma so she can drag this boy with me!"

"Rodney! Let go!"

Taymor walked you to the office and stayed outside with you until you were called in. He even took you to the nurses to clean up your lower lip.

"Thanks Taymor...."

You said, looking down at your shoes. He just smiled and placed a hand on top of your head.

"No problem...."

***

You finally snapped yourself out of your thoughts when Taymor started to clap pots and pans in front of your face.

He marched around the kitchen as he sand a really dazed song.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Im young (y/n) and I think I'm kinda dumb, im really smart but my brother is a thug! I ain't y'all so I tried to climb the freezer! It almost fell and I think I had a seizure—"

"Taymor why are you nice to me all the damn time!"

The McLean suddenly stopped and placed the pot and pan back into their rightful places. He sat back on top of the counter and sighed.

"Nice?..... man I don't think I'm nice, wow...... nice. I am Taymor McLean and I am a n—"

You marched over to him and pushed him back, you held him by the collar of his shirt and glared up at him in his eyes.

"I'm such a dick to you! But you're so nice to me! Why?!"

You demanded. Taymor just sat there for a second, the two of you just sat there. Taymor looked down at you with an uneasy expression, but his action just told you how out of mind he really was.

"Taymor why're you so—"

The McLean just sat there for a second before pulling you in for a kiss, he sat on the counter and you were between his legs. You didn't know what to do of course, get into it with him and kiss back? Or be stubborn and fight back?......

You fought back for years, years and years and more years to come. What would come out of you not fighting back? 

So you just kissed him back.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned deeper into him. Taymor wrapped his hands around your hips and smiled in the kiss.

You two finally pulled back when you heard shuffling at the doorframe of the kitchen, you two jumped up and looked back. To find no one there.

Taymor looked back at yo as you just blushed and crossed your arms, you were full of so much emotions.

"You know I like it when you're an asshole to me, you remind me of my momma"

He said, wrapping his hands around your hips once more.

You bit your lower lip and turned your eyes to the other direction, only then did you know how you felt! Flustered, you were really flustered.

"You May think that it's unfair with the way I treat you and you treat me. But I find nothing wrong with it, to be honest I really came to a likin with it...."

You looked back at him and pulled yourself back away from him.

"Shut up, it still don't make sense on how you do that....."

Taymor just smiled.

"It don't need to make sense. To be honest I don't care, as soon as I kissed you I claimed you as mine. (Y/n) (l/n), you're now mine"

A/n;
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