Whitty x reader(READ DESCRIPTION)

Part 6

IM BACK AGAIN!! No announcements or anything!

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No one's pov.

Whitty seemed to have no choice.. Bf was blocking the exit to the alley way and the song was already starting.

His whole body felt as if it was on fire, but he had a plan.
'Beat this kid and get back inside for Y/n, easy.' Whitty thought to himself as bf started off the song.

"Number 3!! You're up!!" Whitty heard from inside, that means he had at least 3-5 minutes to get back inside.

'I can make it..' Whitty thought to himself as he started off slow to kinda get the flow of bf's rapping style. Ya know, testing the waters and trying to find his "weaknesses".

Bf was keeping up quite well, which meant Whitty would have to step up his game.

At the end of the song, bf grinned.
"Beep e o beep bop? Peebo o ah e"(Weren't you supposed to be my final battle last time? You were easier than Daddy dearest.) Bf beeped with a smug smirk on his face.
"Come on now bf.. dont be like that!" Gf frowned as she flipped through songs.
"A o! E o BEEP."(Its true! I want a BATTLE.) Bf frowned at the both of them.

Whitty was shaking a bit now.. he truly didn't want to be in this situation.
"I didn't wanna battle you in the first place, kid." Whitty said while staring daggers into the bf. Gf looked a bit nervous about the guy, but bf on the other hand looked excited.

"Get on to the next song, I don't have all day." Whitty sighed and held up his microphone again. Gf nodded and played a faster song.

Whitty ended up starting off the song this time, starting it a bit harder. Bf messes up only a bit, but starting getting into whitty's flow.
'Hurry up.. come on.. come on..!' Whitty thought as he gritted his teeth. His grip on the microphone tightens. Any tighter and the mic would practically shatter.

"Number 4, you're up!!" Whitty heard, making him mess up a little. Bf grinned at that.. it was helping him win.
'Shit shit!!!' Whitty thought as he began messing up more frequently. His thoughts were racing and his palms were sweaty.

The song ended.

"Beep skdoo bop? Oo a o.." (That all you got? You're kinda bad..) Bf beeped insults at the poor bomb.
"Like I said.. I didn't even WANT to battle you in the first place, dumbass!!" Whitty's body temperature was rising.
"Bee o? A a e o" (Oh yeah? Well maybe you're just pussy) Bf grinned.. it seemed like he was trying to get Whitty to do something harder..

"NO YOU FUCKING BITCH, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME MISS MY FRIENDS TRY OUTS!! OR EVEN WORSE?? GET ME CAUGHT." Whitty growled at the two. His voice sounded more aggressive and electrical than it did before. His fuse was glowing at the tip as if it was going to start burning soon.

"P u s s y" Bf spells out only to make Whitty more mad. Whitty's face changed to shock for a second.
"...." Whitty didn't know how to respond to that..

"Alll right everyone.. last but not least NUMBER 5!! You're up!" Whitty had a blank look on his face as he stared at the wall.
"Beep?"(Whitty?)" Bf questions as he looked up at him. His face showed no expressions and he didn't blink.

Whitty slowly turned his gaze back to the short blue haired boy, squeezing his mic so hard that it snapped. His eye twitched as he gritted his teeth, and threw his microphone at the ground. It shattered into many pieces.. definitely not fixable even if you tired.

"YOU BITCH. YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!!" Whitty said harshly, clenching his head before "shouting" loudly. It was powerful enough to make your ears bleed.