Bryson
February 22nd 2023
"I need your help"I said to Cassandra as we sat on my mattress on the floor in my new apartment. I moved out four days ago.
"With what?"
"Decorating" I mumbled.
"Yea I can help, I love decorating things" she said laying on her stomach watching TikTok's.
"Yo butt so fat" i muttered looking down as i started rubbing it.
"Stop being grown Bryson" she said laying on her side.
I smacked my teeth, "grown? You the grown one, I seen you naked"
"Can you stop being nasty" she said rolling her eyes making me take her phone out her hands.
"Why did yo-stop playing cas" I said, cutting her off and hovering over her.
"okay" she said softly making me lean down and kiss her. "Mmmm" she hummed wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.
I pulled away and she stared kissing my neck,"We not havin' sex cas"
"That's fine" she kissed me twice before continuing, "I just wanna kiss—and watch a movie"
"I ain't got shit in here yet"
She thought for a second, "that's fine, we can just kiss" she said before placing her lips back on mine and shoving her tongue in my mouth.
She a freak
"You so beautiful baby" I said looking down at her.
"Thank you" she said hiding her face in her hands.
We sat in silence for a moment before I spoke up.
"A recruiter was at the game yesterday and he gave me an offer" I mumbled staring at the ceiling.
"Oh my goodness, that's good baby" she said smiling at me before speaking, "I'm so proud of you Bryson" she said looking me directly in my eye.
Ain't hear that shit in a minute
"Thanks" I said lowly.
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Bianca
"Why do you keep doing shady stuff when I come near you" I asked my dad. I left Assad's house and came back home. My dad wasn't happy about it because apparently "I'm being grown" but whatever.
"You ain't this attitude shit ain't gon slide in my house" he said looking at the movie him and my mom were watching.
"Ay dios mío" my mother said before speaking again, "don't start this again"
"Tell your husband mamí, not me" I said grabbing a bag of sweet and spicy Doritos and put hot sauce on them.
This is too good but this nigga playing wit me
"That mouth gon get you caught up Bianca—I'm warning you, I'm not the one"
"Youre warning me?—what's gonna happen if I don't listen?" I challenge him.
"Bianca!" My mother raised her voice, "no le hablas a tu padre de esa manera!"
"Mamí I don't care, he's been shading me since I came back"
"Because Im ashamed that this is how my daughter is turning out, pregnant by some bum ass lil boy we don't know at eighteen!" he yelled making silence fall over the house.
I didn't respond, I just walked to my room and started crying. I could over hear my parents arguing about me due to the thin walls.
I can never be happy
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Assad
"She say why I ain't fuck her twice, I say I'm waiting on my Percs—I can see your cousins now with they faces on your shirt" I rapped along with lil durk as I was sitting in the car with raylen. We was smoking and shit.
I hit the blunt hard as hell, tryna get life off of my mind.
"You look fine as fuck when you hit that shit" raylen said making me turn towards her.
I licked my lips before responding, "hmm" I said passing her the blunt. She Inhaled it giving back to me.
I smack my lips looking at the blunt, "you got lip gloss all on my shit yo" I said mugging her.
"Boy calm down, it ain't gon kill you, hit the shit" she rolled her eyes.
"Watch yo tone" I said gripping her neck making her bite her lip.
"Freak ass" I said letting her go. She reached down a started rubbing my dick through my sweatpants, making it get stiff.
I ash out the blunt before speaking, "hop in that back" I said making her smile and get in the backseat.
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Cassandra
"When's your next game?"
"The twenty-fourth" Bryson mumbled as I rubbed his neck., "you coming?"
"Mhm" I hummed in response. I saw that his eyes started to get heavy and slowly close, making me stop rubbing his neck.
"Why you stop" he asked grabbing my hand and putting it back on his neck.
"Because you're about to fall asleep and you can't because you have to take me home"
"What time is it?" He asked sitting up and stretching.
"Four thirteen"
"Come on" he said grabbing his keys and walking out his room. We walk outside and get into his car.
"Play something" he mumbled making me connect my phone to his car. Lady by D'Angelo began to play.
Bryson chuckled lowly making me turn towards him, "what?"
"My mom used to play this"
"Oh, I can turn it off if you want" I rushed out to say.
"It's fine"
"H-have you ever talked about what happened to your mom or what your dad did to you?" I asked, "if you don't mind me asking"
"You good—and na"
"You should try therapy" I suggest seeing him shake his head.
"No"
"But I think it'll be good for you and help you deal with your panic attacks" I said trying to convince him.
"I'm good with the panic attacks"
"You're not—you just had one the first night in your new apartment"
"Cassandra drop it, I said I'm good" was all he said before turning up the music. We didn't speak for the rest of the ride.
We pulled up to my house, "sorry for being pushy—I just want to make sure you're doing okay" I said looking at him.
Instead of responding he just nodded and unlocked the doors.
I sighed and leaned over to kiss his cheek, "don't be mad—I'll see you tomorrow" I said before getting and going into my house.