Smoothing out my shirt , I took a look behind him. To only see them way too into their card game they were playing.

" Let's go." I said catching his attention , as we headed down the hallway towards the door that led us into my room.

Opening the door , he was exposed to my freshly remodeled bedroom.

" Real cute ass room

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" Real cute ass room." He laughed making me look back at him and glare at him.

" Whatever. Have a seat." I said pulling my books off of the little chair that set in the foot of my bed.

Watching as he sat down in front of the bed , I closed the door behind myself and went to sit down on my bed.

Just as I sat down a text message shot to my phone making me look down on my fur pillow.

Mommyiana 💕 : Y'all better walk out that room smiling & be nice girl  !

Shaking my head , I locked my phone and sat it back down. I could feel him literally just burning a hole in my face.

" Stop starring , and say something." I said looking up making eye contact with him .

" Can't talk to you if you in your phone and not paying attention." He snapped back at me making me cut my eyes as him.

" Just say what you gotta say." I said sighing and let my hands fall into my lap.

He didn't say anything for a minute he was just examining my face...and I'm not gone lie I was doing the same.

He didn't look like the little baby face Kentrell I knew two years. He had tattoos up the ass...no more gold teeth they were diamonds.

There were about 3 different fat ass chains on his neck , and he had grew his hair out. They were in those lil' fuckboy twist but he made em' look good.

He looked good.

" Start talking." I said pulling myself out of my thoughts and he cleared his their looking ahead at me.

" Like I wanted to say before , I apologize...I apologize for how I over stepped those boundaries we had never crossed." He finally spat out making me just stare ahead at him.

Gripping up onto my fur throw blanket , I continued to listen to what he was saying.

" Ion' know mane' Nada...I wasn't in the right head space back then. I was popping percs like it was just the shit  to do back then." He admitted...which I already knew and I told him he should have quit.

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