✓ 𝗯.𝗶.𝘁.𝗰.𝗵 , mid90s

𝟷𝟹

delaney rolled her eyes and sat down beside fuckshit on the red leather bench. fuckshit's eyes met hers but she turned away quickly, avoiding eye contact. "you know that that girl was looking at me for real." spoke ray while squirting ketchup on his salted fry and eating it. "nigga no!" answered fuckshit, jokingly smacking the table. "you know i caught those looks son." he continued. ruben and fourth grade laughed while delaney was jealously gazing at him.

"i'm an eight!" he yelled out, making some customers annoyingly turn around and glare at the loud teens. fuckshit definitely wasn't lying but delaney wanted nothing to do with their discussion on dick sizes.

"an eight!" mockingly repeated ray, fourth grade choking on his food while attempting to laugh quietly.

"nigga it's true! just ask delaney." laughed fuckshit, making the others turn around and stare at her, waiting for her to confirm or deny his statement.

"i'm not saying shit." she responded, attempting to hold in her laugh before stealing a few fries from ray, her stomach growling as she hasn't eaten in a day.

"see she's basically fucking agreeing with me, we fucked multiple times i think she would know." he laughed, satisfied with himself. delaney threw a fry at him, trying to shut him up.

"but for real, there's no way in hell you look better than me." fuckshit continued, his attention back on ray.

"i will bless you with a six and a half." ray announced. "a six!" yelled out fuckshit in a surprised tone, banging the table again in a jokingly matter.

"and a half!" added ray, as if it was an important key detail.

"you think you look better than me?" he asked, the friendly competition getting through him. "one hundred percent. it's not even a question." cockily responsed the darkskin boy, crossing his arms and leaning down on the chair, smugly looking at fuckshit from across the table.

"tell me the number!" pressed fuckshit, absolutely wanting to know his real size, not believing that ray could possibly have a bigger dick than him.

"i can't do it to you." he answered loudly.

"what's your number? just say a number. it's one word!" projected fuckshit, ignoring rays previous answer. "i'm a humble nine." finally answered ray, a smirk carved upon his dark complexion, knowing he won whatever they were arguing about after giving up and telling fuckshit his real size.

his eyes practically jumped out of his eye-socket after ray had answered the question subsequent to the few minutes that he spent pressing the taller boy. "a nine!" yelled out fuckshit, covering his mouth in pure shock. their voices ultimately clashed together, loudly talking about ray's revelation and fuckshit's defeat.

suddenly, the bell from the front door rang again, revealing a smiling stevie, mall grabbing his board while walking in and slowly joining the older teens. "sunburn!" screamed fuckshit, annoying the elderly couple trying to peacefully enjoy their lunch. "thought your ass was doing 10-15." continued fuckshit.

"yeah he was fucking scared for his life, we had a field day with your lil ass in prison." added ray in a teasing tone. stevie made his way to the line, wanting to order food for him and ruben while the others were already eating the rest of their fries, hotdogs and burgers.