ﾟ。 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅 ..
( -_･) ︻デ═一 ▸ E D D
IT WAS DARK NOW, CRICKETS TUSSLED THROUGH the bushes of the my windows. Branches tapped against the building of the school campus. All the while the two of us sat in our loud bedroom.
"Could you not?" Giveon huffed, placing his pillow over his head in annoyance.
"nigga shut yo ass up I'm tryna focus." I gritted pressing play onto the beat that I had been playing on repeat. I was trying to get these lyrics right for my song for the past twenty minutes now. It was irritating as fuck.
"Oh I'm sorry when did I say I gave a fuck." Giveon huffed to himself once more, getting out of his bed and stomping over towards mine.
Was I supposed to be scared or sum?
"touch my shit and imma fuck you up," I warned the other grabbing onto my phone holding it back. "I'm deadass."
obviously not scared enough giveon tried to grab onto the phone only to be flipped onto his back by me, back aching from the not so comfortable comforter.
" you got bricks under this?" he spoke uncomfortably rubbing his back.
Chuckling to myself I knew exactly why he said that.
"It's not funny." Giveon chuckled rolling his eyes playfully.
Don't smile at me.
"no move." I spoke pushing the boy to the side to reveal what was under him. Can't let em get comfortable.
"Yes a gun now get the fuck off my bed." I sternly spat mood changing ever so quickly. He was asking to many questions.
"You were just happy a minute ago, never mind." Giveon sighed getting up and facing me like he was about something.
Flickering my eyes I growled at the other in annoyance, "What?"
"Can you please keep the music down though I'm actually trying to sleep." he hesitated. Scary ass.
"Nah, you can move though like I said." I scoffed raising the sound of my speaker even more with an attitude.
"whatever." Giveon sighed in defeat retaliating over to his bed and hopping inside of it. "So much for a good nights sleep."
"Anyways." I scoffed grabbing my notebook so that I could finish my song.
"Christopher!" the female screeched as her skin slapped against mine.
My hand prints littered her whole body. Her pale skin fairly tinted red all over. I was doing my job.
"Shut that shit up." I growled in response which soon turned into a groan as My stomach cramped and I came.
Grunting I slid out, condom barley hanging on. I'll be damned if a bitch get pregnant by me.
Slick dripped down the girls legs from how wet she had gotten as she collapsed next to me smiling. Creepy.
smirking to myself I smacked her ass hard, an echo throughout the room erupted.
"Fuck!" She screamed agitating me again.
"get up." I spoke grabbing onto the girl and throwing her clothes at her.
Is she dumb?
Rolling my eyes I huffed placing my shorts back on, "I said get up as in get the fuck out."
"Are you serious right now?!" The girl choked out placing my shirt over her body that seemed to big for her anyways.
I didn't really understand why she was covering up all of a sudden, like she wasn't just butt ass naked in-front of me and Giveon.
"S-so that's it?" She questioned tearing up.
Not this girl crying. This is why I hate bitches now.
"Duh, are you Ed or sum?" I chuckled watching her shaking body get dressed. "Kilt her shit." I geeked to myself, looking over at the bed across from me i eyed giveon.
"Say giveon." I spoke towards the other boy knowing that he couldn't have possibly slept through the whole thing.
"Leave me alone." Giveon gagged getting out of his bed and walking out of the room chucking his shoes on, on his way out.
His shit fat.
Chuckling I shook my head, "nigga heard the whole thing and thought that now was the best time to leave."
Giggling at me the girl sat down twirling her straight blond hair, thinking that she was safe or something.
"Unt unt get yo fast ass out bitch." I looked at her bug eyed. "The fuck you thought this was?"
"B-but you took my virginity. Yo-you said I was special." She spoke tears already leaving her eyes as she stood up. She couldn't have believed I wanted her, righ' ?
"damn. No wonder that shit was tight." I mumbled scratching the back of my neck.
"I mean shit you do what you gotta do to get the hoes."
"You're an asshole!" The girl grimaced smacking me across my face causing me to snatch her up.
Is she on sum?
"The fuck is wrong with freshman hoes?" I questioned her dropping the girl as she fell onto the ground with a thud. Good.
"Fucking arrogant asshole!" She hissed rubbing her knees.
"I've been told." I sighed walking towards the door to let her out.
"Imma need my shirt back." I stared at her in boredom with my hand stretched out.
"Hoe!" She scoffed pulling the shirt off of her and throwing it at me, storming out of the room with no bra.
"Call me!" I shouted slamming the door behind her.
The place of all places
Drug use and dark faces can make
or break you
I stood on by the water
and watched him skip the line
One night it's gon' be me inside"
Exhaling the weed from my lungs I began to relax my muscles. I didn't know why I had been so stressed lately, but I did know that this mf wasn't sucking my dick right.
"Move just move, damn." I huffed not in the mood anymore. Tucking myself back in my shorts I took another drag of my blunt, smoke puffing all through the room.
"So-sorry I'll do better next time." The husky voice chimed as he wiped his mouth.
"It's whatever Bryson." I sighed handing the man my blunt as I layed back into my velvet black studio chair.
"God damn, it ain't easy let me tell ya
Account is overdrawn doing sessions
in the valley every other night
Connections only get you so far, so far
But oh, what a feeling (How it feels)
Oh, what a thrill (You will kill)
To look down from these hills
Put the life I knew behind, but still
This don't feel for real"
"You good Brent?" I heard him choke out, smoke coming out in chucks as he tried to catch his breath.
"No my nigga are YOU good." I chuckled taking the blunt from his hands and taking another drag.
"Nah seriously though. What's up with you?" Bryson asked me curiously rubbing his beard, his brown eyes glowing just like his chocolate brown skin.
His wife beater showcasing his defined abs, from the sweat on his skin.
"Ion kno bro just shit don't feel right. Ever since this nigga giveon showed up my vibe been off." I sighed continuing, "this nigga give me bad vibes."
"Nigga get the fuck out." Bryson laughed getting up from his place on the ground, going to open up the sound booth. "Come on bruh. Let yo music speak ya mind off this shit." He spoke.
He was right though. Music was my escape.
Getting up I dragged my way into the booth grabbing my headphones, placing them on. Grinning to myself I put a thumbs up for Bryson to start the beat.
" 'Cause I still ain't ate a meal
My stomach growling,
but I'm fucking styling Spent my
last twenty drunk and Uber riding
Ain't nobody cutting
checks if you ain't happy smiling
This shit tastes all Italian"
"And it ain't easy let me tell ya
Account is overdrawn doing
sessions in the valley every other night
And it goes on and on"
"Yeah, I'm proud that I'm chasing something
'Cause I don't know better than
being broke, bored and back at home
Oh, this is all hope I'm making something
'Cause I don't know bigger than
any fling I ever known"
You've reached the end of chapter two.
ﾟ。 ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀs ɴᴏᴛᴇ ..
Hey! So felt like we needed a chapter of Brent's POV with just a little background of him. I hope you enjoyed it, xx. If you haven't already, make sure to check out my two other new books.
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