Chapter 18: Someone New...Stick With the Old

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Yn: Thank you.

Prod: Takes you bag of popcorn

Yn: Give me my shit

Prod: He stood up and put it in the air.

Yn: Prod seriously. You stood up

Chad: You so small.

Yn: You glared at him then at Prod. Give it back

Prod: Say I love you Prod

Yn: NOOOOOOOO you whined

Prod: Then I guess you get no popcorn

Yn: Prod give it back, your bullying me. Your a bitch. You pushed him.

Prod: Imma spill this shit. He says tipping it over.

Yn: Fine Prod.... I love you

Prod: He gave the popcorn to you

Yn: Not. Cause you a bitch nigga.

Prod: Ha funny

Chad: It was real funny.

Yn: Wasn't it I thought so too.

Chad: Just my type Yn.

Prod: Yn can I talk to you

Yn: Talk

Prod: Alone though

Yn: No

Chad: Wanna talk to me alone

Yn: HELL NO. You chuckled.

Chad: Sounds like you do to me he winked at you.

Yn: You hid you face cause you were blushing.

Chad: Yeah you blushing cause you know it's true.

Yn: It really isn't

Chad: Yeah okay.

Yn: I'm serious

Prod: Grabbed your hand dragging you upstairs. He brought you into his room closing the door.

Yn: Tf you want. Damn let go. You snatched away

Prod: Yn please take me back.

Yn: Really when somebody else flirts with me you want me back. Um hell no.

Prod: You know that's not why Yn. I miss your touch, your personality, everything about you. He grabbed your waist.

Yn: Prod st- He cut you off with a kiss.

Prod: Kissed you long and hard.

Yn: You grabbed his face and the touch sent fire rushing through your body.

Prod: He let get sucking on your lip.

Yn: Prod you said then pushed him back. No.....I honestly just want to be friends. I HATE getting hurt Prod. I'm sorry.

Prod: No I'm sorry Yn. How many times do I have to say it DAMN.

Yn: Until I get this into your head. Sorry doesn't make a difference. What is it doing nothing, your just apologizing for something your gonna do in advance.

Prod: Yn I love you to death, and I mean that with all of my heart, there's no more room for anyone else our anything to fit in. I'm lost without you.

Yn: I.....you phone rings it's Daquille. Hello....okay. You hung up. Um I gotta go.

Prod: You forgive me?? Please baby say you do.

Yn: I'll talk later. I guess. You rushed out of the room. And walked downstairs. You grabbed a Frappuccino. Walking to the door

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