Thugs Don't Love ?

Strangers?

KEYSHAWN P.O.V.

Im Keyshawn Haven Jackson i'm 17. My niggas and fam call me Shawn. The streets call me Flossy. Hoes call me Papi 😉. I'm black, white, european, mexican, hispanic, dominican, puerta rican, and italian. Pops is black, white, Mexican , and italian. My mom is the rest . I was born in the A , but NY and Cali adopted me. Im in NY now because i had to visit Pops but im headed back to ATL.

As I was getting on the plane i realized i would have an annoying ass bitch sitting next to me like always. I headed to my seat and sat down. I admired the girl and damn she was sexy asf. I take back what i said .

"Aye ma," i said tapping her shoulder to get her attention.

"Yeah?" She answered looking up and staring at me like i was a million dollars.

Her eyes were pretty, her body was sexy, her lips were pink and plump , her hair was long and curly. She was beautiful.

"Damn ." I bit my lip.

"What?"

"You sexy asf." I told her licking my lips.

She blushed and put her head down.

"Oh i see you're the type that don't accept compliments." I raised her chin up with my finger so she could look at me.

"I hardly ever get them." She looked away.

Whoa. Is she serious or na? Shawty is stunning and she hardly get compliments? She gotta be playing.

DENAEJA P.O.V.

This nigga was sexy asf. Was I lucky or na? His eyes were hazel, his smile was pretty with his pearly whites , his lips looked juicy, his body was a1 , his skin complexion was to die for. He was perfect.

"Damn," he said while biting his lip. I almost fainted . I started getting butterflies in my stomach .

"What?"

"You sexy asf!" He responded. Are you serious ? He thinks I'm sexy? Nobody tells me that unless they want sex. I would usually get mad but it was something about him that made me blush. I never blush. -.- . I don't even know this niggas name .

"What's your name?" i asked turning to him.

"Keyshawn. But call me Shawn, "

"Ok then Shawn. Im Denaeja but call me Nae." I said holding out my hand so he could shake it.

Instead of shaking it he grabbed it and pulled me towards him. He planted a kiss on my cheek and i swear i was blushing like crazy.

"I don't shake beautiful girls hands." He winked at me. Ok now i know all he want is sex. Ugh why do everybody approach me like this.

"Why are you talking to me?"

"What you mean?" he frowned.

"I know all you want is sex. Thats what all the niggas want these days. Just leave me alone." I turned the other way and put my earphones in.

CHRIS P.O.V.

Man i had to sit with this old man who wouldn't stop talking to me .

"A-a-a-a" he stuttured.

"Tf what? What are you trying to say get that shit out and be done with it or just stop talking you getting on my nerves im finna punch you through the window." I told him straight up making him go on mute.

I had an urge to go check on my sister just to see who she was sitting with. I got up and went to her seat. There was a boy with his head down in his hands and she was faced to the window with her earphones in. I looked back at the boy and he looked very familiar , but i couldn't bring up who he was. Before i could say anything the flight attendant told me to go back to my seat because we would be at our destination soon. I did as i was told.