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"You stay taking pictures that don't need to be took." I grumbled. Those shorts hug her a little too good.
All I know is that I bet not see that picture on instagram later. She got it bad posting random shit and then deleting it days later.
"Other people wanna see this fat cooch." I heard her whisper while looking in her phone. Here she go playing. Then when I react i'm doing too much.
I walked on my knees to the end of the bed, making sure I was behind her. She was so in the phone, didn't even notice me. So I grabbed the back of her neck and yanked her back.
A scream left her and I made her bend backwards to look at me. Even though she was upside down, the mug was there. When she's mad, she's cute. That's until she start putting her hands on me.
Then we both ugly as fuck.
"Let me go before I beat yo ass Giselle."
"Who ass you gon beat?" I gripped her hair. That tender headedness gon come out. I'm looking for tears, then i'll stop.
She whimpered and bent down to the floor. I know it hurt.
"Bubba please."
"Who ass you gon beat? Who supposed to be looking at yo coochie besides me?"
Her whole body turned, but I didn't let go. I'm not even holding her that tight. She just a crybaby.
"Bubbaaaa...Let go!" Now she getting mad. I would too honestly.
"Answer the question honey bun."
"I'm not answering shit! Let my fucking hair go! What the fuck is wrong with you!?"
I chuckled, and the room door opened. Miles walked in with a straight face.
"This why y'all stay fighting. When y'all start killing each other i'm ignoring y'all crazy assess." He mumbled and walked out.
He'll be in here as soon as we start. I know cause he left the door open. They always say they won't do nothing, but be right there pulling us back.
Now sometimes they do just let us do us. Like at that party and she threw soda everywhere. They stayed outside until we stopped. The ones they don't stop be the most intense ones. That's what they need to be stopping.
"I'm finna let you go and you better not hit me. If you do imma grab your hair again." She didn't say nothing, so I let go.
No way she's not gonna try and hit me. That's why I positioned myself to grab her again. Her arm went back and I grabbed her head.
"Okay! Bubba please you're about to make me cry."
"Bey...chill." Miles came back. This nigga get on my nerves. He need to go to that girl house. Or go in his room.
