Kentrell Gaulden ⚡️
We landed in Dallas a couple of hours ago and made our way to where our hotel was. I looked over at Mariah, who was laying down.
"Bae."
"What?" She asked bluntly. She called herself mad because we wouldn't let her fight Star when she tried to again.
"Say, you mad?" I chuckled.
"Kiss my ass."
"Awww, Riah mad cause I ain't let ha fight?" She mugged me as I did the baby voice.
"Do that shit to ya kids, I'm grown." She bucked.
"You grown?"
"That's what the fuck I said." She got up off the bed and pulled her pants up, making her butt jiggle. She bent down to look in my face and snapped.
"Boo, nigga. Eyes up hea'." She rolled her eyes. She stood up and started walking away.
"Must need some dick." I mumbled a little loudly.
"Maybe I fuckin' do." She said with an attitude.
"Say less!" I jumped up when she made her way to the bathroom. Three booming knocks and a door creaking open made me stop in my tracks.
"Oh my fuckin' God—WHAT DO YALL WANT? SHIT!" I was three seconds away from knocking the shit out of Kendell and Kd ugly asses.
"We bored, bitch."
"Y'all niggas stay cockblockin'! One day you mothafuckas gon walk in while I'm smashin' and I'm not stoppin. So fuck yall in advance."
"Damn, nigga you pressed?" Mariah walked out of the bathroom, looked at me, them, then sat down.
"Where the rest of them niggas at?"
"Shid coolin', Jus' like us." Kendell had a evil smirk as he approached Mariah slowly as she tapped on her phone. He hit her upside the head, and she snatched him up so quick.
"Ken, mind you—my hands are bisexual. Anybody can get them. Don't think you excluded." She warned, and he nodded.
"Ken bout shitted on hisself!" I yelled, dapping Kd up.
"Bruh, Stop cappin." He waved me off.
"YOU stop cappin'."
"How bout both of you shut the fuck up."
"Nigga, cut the TV on." Kd said outta nowhere, grabbing the remote. I sat beside Mariah.
"Why the fuck you got a fat ass attitude?" I mumbled in her ear.
"Can you please shut up?" We went back and forth.
"You lame as fu—" After a while, I caught her off guard, bringing my hand up to her throat. She shut up quick.
"Yeah, now tell me what's wrong witchu."
"Nothin'." She mumbled. I squeezed just a little tighter, pressing the lil spot on her neck by "accident". She sighed shakily.
"S-stop, Youngboy, damn."
"Who the fuck is Youngboy? Youn know a Youngboy."
"Uh, do we need to leave?"
"Ye—"
"Nah." She cut me off, jumping up to get out of my grip. Just as I was about to spazz, the rest of these niggas busted through the door, including Star.
"Damn, we shouldn't have paid for all these rooms if you gone stay in mine and my girl's!" Star ass was the first to say some shit.
"Damn, you got an attitude for what?"
"Damn, yo hairy back ass is here FOR WHAT?" Mariah snapped, making everybody start geeking.
"Kentrell, Get your girl."
"Star, catch these hands." Mariah jumped up, making me pull her back down.
"And you wanna fight for what?" I squeezed her arm, and she rolled her eyes.
"Lemme go!" She pulled against me.
"Nah, whatchu stressin fa?"
"Whatchu think? She finna pay the price fa tha—"
"It's all fa you, man. Stop stressin..." I mumbled in her ear. She softened up in my hand.
"You positive? Cause if you do it again and I already got a solution, you gon' get bopped."
"Fuck is you talm bout?" Our eyes immediately went to Star. Shit, will you shut yo ass up? Mariah jumped up, tying her hair.
"I'm talm bout your grown ass manipulating my nigga for dick! Since you wanna fuck wit' my nigga, fuck wit me too. Tryna catch some easy dick, we'll catch these easy hands, hoe!" Mariah boxed up and Star just sat there with her arms crossed.
"Girl, fuck you. He wanted to get in my shit. He most definitely been drownin in my shit, though." She was shaking as she looked back at me, taking a deep breath. I scrunched my face up. She actually thought that shit was enjoyable for me? Mariah punched the shit out of her jaw, making her fall. When I tell y'all the wind left my body like I felt that shit...
"Now get the fuck out my shit—when you wake up." She stormed out, and somebody pushed me back in my seat when I tried to follow her.
"Unless you want some Fight Night shit to happen to yo ass, I suggest you let Miss Hulk calm the fuck down." Ben said, making me bust out laughing.
"DAMNNNNNN, MARIAH WHAT KINDA NIGGA HANDS—?" Kd yelled, jumped on the bed with his hands on his head.
"Hhhholy shit!" Three looked shook as fuck.
"Shid, is she breathin'?" Boomer stood over her, trying not to laugh.
"Hell nah, check ha pulse." Ken came over her, not even caring about the fact that he was laughing. Everybody sat down and started back watching TV, still laughing and talking about it.
"So y'all triflin niggas finna sit here and watch TV with a female that's passed out on the floor?"
"You mean a goril—I SAID I WAS GONE BE NICE." Kd shifted back towards the TV while everybody cut the fuck up. Mariah walked in with a soda, her face was softened.
"You straight now, Miss Mayweather?" I heard Boomer ask.
"Call me Holyfield." She did the lil dance Uzi be doing, and sat at the head of the bed. Somebody's phone started buzzing. It was mine, on the bed. I looked at Mariah as she reached for it and answered it.
"Who is it, bae?" She held up a finger.
"Who it this?" She did a little fake bubbly voice, then put it on speakerphone.
"Uhm, this is Jania."
"Okay, Jania, What can I do for you?" She burnt a hole in my face, staring at me so hard. I swear, ion know how her crazy ass got unblocked. I opened my mouth to tell her this, but she pressed her finger against her lips.
"Can I speak to NBA Youngboy? I don't know why he's not answering his own phone."
"How did you get his number? And why are you calling from a restricted?" Her tone stayed polite and sweet.
"None of your damn business. Now, can I talk to him?"
"No, but you can get off of his line! Have a nice day!" She said super nice, before hanging up on her.
"She a crazy bitch, ain't she?" I nodded, and so did everybody else.
"Y'all, turn your location off when it don't need to be on. I hate for you to get raped just cause you ain't careful." She laughed, and they laughed, but they knew she was dead ass.
"Bruh, the fuck happened?" I heard Star say.
"Pick yo jaw up and run, bitch!" Ben yelled. They were over there giggling about something.
"What are y'all bastards laughin' at?" I went over and looked. These bitches had an IG Boomerand of the punch, and they had a regular video.
"Don't post that shit nowhea, you know Mariah in school." They all sucked their teeth and nodded , putting their phones down.
"Bitch, that was a cheap ass hit—yeen even let me box up!"
"I gave yo ashy lizard ass more than enough time to box up, you just ain't know I was gone take you ass to hell and back. What, you want anotha?" Mariah hopped off the bed, but I stopped them because of a knock at the door.
"Noise complaint, please keep it down." I nodded, shut the door, and shushed them.
"Kentrell, will you please admit to this insecure ass girl that you want me." I started laughing hysterically. When I was done, I wiped a tear from my eye. Kd nem was still laughing like fuck.
"I did that shit for my sons. You always tryna blackmail somebody and shit." Before I knew it, Mariah pulled a gun out and pointed at Star's head. Star looked shook as fuck.
"Oh shit..." Mariah held that shit to her and held her finger faithfully to the trigger. Star fell to her knees and started sobbing.
"Baby..." I whispered , trying to calm her down. She started shaking.
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Mariah Clemons 💫
I was thinking about a lot of shit while I had this gun to this black neck ass bitch. If I kill her and get away with it, my life would be drama free. But if I don't, it'd be drama times two. I felt bad for Kentrell, not only because he had to deal with her manipulation, her had to deal with her everything for the next 18 years—if I don't blow her brains out before then.
"Baby..." he whispered to me. I started shaking, feeling the tears come. I could never get away with it here. I got a niece, I'm like her mother. Kentrell would have to take care of three babies by himself in the prime of his career. Them kids don't deserve to be motherless, no matter how much I don't give a fuck about their mother.
"Kentrell—I'm so frustrated..."
"I know, baby. Just gimme the gun..." He whispered, embracing me a little. I felt my heart rate slow down, feeling like butter in his hands. He took it, and Star bolted out of the room. I heard a stampede, assuming everybody else ran, too.
"I'm sorry..." Both If us knew that it was something else bothering me, either that or I needed to be put on some damn pills. And the sad thing is—
I didn't know which.
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So how bout I walked with my Cuzzo and friends to a fucking party that people claimed it was deep, and that motherfucker was so DEAD. First of all, that shit was an outside party and we didn't know that. Secondly, almost every nigga was BLACKJACKING AT ONE TABLE. 😑 I would've joined in but niggas be cheating. I saw a cool ass nigga over there looking bored asl. I felt bad, I know he didn't wanna be there, but he was with two other niggas who was blackjacking so. My cousin made an excuse to our friends to leave bc they acted like they ain't wanna leave that shit. Smh, the fucking chronicles of a Friday Night. 💀
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