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Tink

I sat in my bed with some spandex shorts on and a sports bra with my laptop on my lap.

I was trynna catch up onnis work so ian have to worry about it later.

"i'm finna head out to my girl house call me if anything happen igh?" KeAndre popped his head in my room.

"igh be safe big bro" I smiled at him and he kissed my head before leaving out.

I wasn't gone tell him bout what Deontae said to me cause I can handle that shit on my own plus dre crazy as hell.

Once I heard the front door close I hoped up, connecting my phone to my speaker and started playing Next To You by Mike Jones

I was low key a sap but nobody knew because I only played it when i'm by myself.

A few minutes later I heard a knock on the door so I got up to answer the door. When I opened the door there stood the one and fucking only Deontae!

I swung on him but he dodged it and grabbed my wrists, pinning me to the wall. This nigga had the fucking nerve to come here!

After I told this nigga that I was gone whoop his ass he still gone pop up? He one bold ass bitch!

"calm do-"

"no fuck you! WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" I screamed at him but he only stared down at me as I tried to push him away.

"Tink chill out" he growled at me and I rolled my eyes.

I finally pushed him off me and walked off into my room. He of course followed me.

"liste-"

"No you listen you stupid ass bitch ass nigga!" I stood in his face "I'm not one of yo hoes that you pay to fuck or suck you alright? You wrong as hell for even calling me onnat type bullshit" I bluntly told him.

"Why would you even say sum shit like that? You thin-" He cut me off by kissing me.. for a second I kissed back but then I slapped him hard as hell.

I'm pretty sure my little hand print was marked on the right side of his face.

"damnit Tink listen!" He yelled while rubbing his cheek. I didn't give a fuck cause ain't no telling where the fuck his nasty ass lips been.

Deontae

Tink was stubborn as hell for reason. I'm not about to tell her the reason why I thought she be sucking fa money tho.

I stared down at her for a quick second, trying to come up with a quick lie.

"I was just fucking witchu but you can't ever take a joke" I shook my head while biting my lip.

She stared at me then rolled her eyes before speaking "I'm not yo bitch so why youΒ  lying Deontae?"

Was this girl sum typa mind reader? Why was I lying to her?

"How you a hood female but always got yo hair and nails done? Why yeen one of these ghetto ass females that go to our school?" I asked her while leaning against the wall.

"nigga the way I make my money ain't yo business! I'm not no prostitute just kno that" She rolled her eyes before looking at me.

"get out"

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Hey guyss! This chapter is superrrr short but I've been reallyyyy busy!

This is my junior year of high school and they have been giving me projects, essays, and everything!

You guys have to bear with me

I love y'all!

published: September 1,2019

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