G4L( gangster for life)

Threats

✨Savanna✨

"So... That red headed girl then.."

He chuckles,"we go from 'I love you' to 'that red headed bitch' that fast." He says looking up at me with that million dollar smile, while I straddle his lap.

"I didn't say 'red headed bitch' I said girl" I say laughing at his harshness.

"But you was thinking it babygirl" he says while sweeping a piece of hair coming from my ponytail, behind my ear. "She is a bitch tho. If you ask me.... I hate the bitch."

And my eyes go wide and my mouth hits the ground at his outspokeness. This boy never has a filter... Ever.

"That's your sister Zoey."

"And.."

"She deserves respect. She's a female and your sister after all."

"Same thing I said just a half an hour ago!" I hear a female voice from outside of the bedroom door. I cover my mouth, muffling my laugh as Zoey lifts me off his lap and on the side of him, making his way to the door.

Once he opens the door the red headed girl leans in the door frame, arms folded across her chest and a smirk on her face as she looks up at an angry Saint.

"Why the hell are you still here?" Saint says in a irritated voice.

And she smiles sweetly," I wanted to make sure my brother was ok... But obviously she has that under control" she says in a teasing tone and pushes past him looking at me. "What's your name?"

"Nun of your fucking business" saint says at the same time I say "Savanna"

She turns toward him and smirks again," Savanna. Savanna, savanna, savanna. Sounds....... Sweet" she says repeatedly and turns her face in a somewhat grimace.

I'm not gonna like this chick, I can already tell.

"Well, I'm his sister Cherry." She adds with a smile facing my direction.

"Yeah. I know." I reply in a annoyed tone. She is a bitch, but that's not my place to classify. I don't know her.

"Get out." Zoey snaps.

"Relax. I'm just tryna get to know your...girlfriend? That is what you are right?" Cherry asks, as if I'm some unknown creature.

"Yes I am actually. And your his.......from my first impression here......bitch sister right?" I snap

"Woah!" Cherry cheers as I stand from the bed, with her hands up in surrender.

"I swear to fucking god, cherry. If I tell you again..." Zoey says on edge.

"Fiesty, sweet, and edge when pushed far enough. I like." Cherry says with a smirk and tapping her chin in thought."you've never had one like this. I think she just might be my new bestfriend."

The thought of that makes me somewhat excited that she likes me and then it makes me angry that she's a bitch and wants to befriends with me.

"Well she don't wanna be friends with ya ugly ass, get the fuck out." Zoey snaps again.

And that's when I cut in.

"Zoey.." I warn. I don't like his sister but I think she needs a little respect.

"Savanna.." He mocks with a scowl, letting me know to mind my business. And Cherry looks at us both with careful eyes and frowns.

"Did she just call you Zoey? And did yo curly head ass not just snap on her?" She gasp. "You don't let me call you that... Or any of your family members. What the fuck is wrong with you!?"

"Nothing. I just don't like you. Or people." Zoey moves from the door and toward where me and Cherry are standing. He grabs cherry by the back of her leather jacket and literally throw her out the door and slams it shut, and locks it.

"Don't talk to her." He demands as he walks over to me.

"Already took note of." I smile as he pulls me to his chest and kisses me, while backing into the bed, causing us to fall back to get her and me to laugh.

~*~

Me and Saint are now sitting at the top of his bed snuggled up in the covers as I lay in between his leg, while h' holds me. The entire time we've been seated this way he's been more quieter than usual, usually he makes little smart comments on how naive the girls are in TV trying go find out who A is. It's really strange to me really. But on the bright side he's been being way more affectionate than usual, he's been kissing me a lot, telling me how beautiful I am and how speaking my eyes are.

I know what your thinking, that's not Saint at all. But he's not that hard, as he makes hisself seem.

"Zoey?" I whisper looking up at him, and he's looking into space. "Zoey" I whisper just a little bit more louder, and he looks down at me with tired eyes. Like he's been in deep thought for awhile and tired of it.

"Hmm?" He hums.

I take the remote from his hands and pause the TV to get his attention. Now that I'm way more comfortable with being a little but more intimate with Saint, I tug the cover off of us and sit across his lap while he hesitates to snake his arm around my waist.

"What?" He asks with a grin.

"Stop being a perv..." I say so he can see that I'm being serious. "Because I'm being serious."

He drops his smile and clears his throat, and gets serious,"ard wasuup? What you wanna talk about?"

"You"

"Me?" He asks and I nod my head. "What about me?"

"Why are you acting so weird?"