Forever After All

Chapter 7

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Lura POV

I wiped off the counter finishing up cleaning. I had been by myself all day so I decided to be a good bestie after my hair appointment.

I heard the door open and I looked around the corner seeing Syier walk in. He set his keys on the counter looking around.

"Yo plate in the microwave." I mumbled.

I was tryna makeup. I had called him a bitch after that while Drive Shack situation. It just slipped out, but he took that shit to heart.

He walked back into the room coming back out changed. He had on a wife beater and some Nike shorts.

I looked down at my Nike pro set. Damn we comfortable around each other. I pulled the rest of the money out of my purse.

"Fuck is this?" He looked at it heating up his food.

"Rest of the band you gave me for my hair." I fiddled with the ends of my bone straight wig.

"Keep it." He shrugged walking into the living room.

"If you want me to go home just say that." I twisted my lips up. I followed behind him as he started eating.

"Am I like over staying my welcome orrrr?" I sat down.

"Hell you talm bout?" He mugged me.

"Yo rude ass, didn't even say thank you. If it's a problem I can pack m- You know what. I gotchu." I cut myself off going to get my bag.

I started throwing stuff in the bag huffing. I heard him walk in the room ignoring his presence.

"Put yo shit down Lu." He grabbed my arm. I yanked back walking into the closet grabbing my shoes.

"You being a fucking ass hole. Why would I wanna stay here?" I raised my voice.

"Chill the fuck out yo." He grabbed me. I punched him in his stomach pulling back.

He grabbed my arms to stop me from swinging.

"YOU MAD ABOUT SOME SHIT FROM LAST WEEK." I yelled.

"Watch yo fucking tone Allura." He held onto me tighter.

I kicked him making him bend over and let me go. I went over to the bed bending over grabbing my charger. I felt hands around my waist making me stand up straight. He wrapped his hand around my neck, gentle, but he got his point across.

"Ian one of these bitch ass niggas you be out here fucking wit. Please don't make me show you wassup for real. Watch that bitch word, real shit." He pulled on my hair making me look him in the eyes.

"You heard me?" He whispered in my ear. I nodded my head biting my lip.

"Words." He demanded putting his front even closer to my back. I stuttered tryna get my words out.

" Yes Syier:" I nodded my head.

"Glad we at a understanding, put yo shit away." He walked out the room palming my ass.

"That's how you clear a bitch." I mumbled putting my stuff back down.

I walked out as his hooded eyes looked me up and down. He had no idea the affect he got on me. What 18 year old you know get butterflies? This shìt is for the birdies.

"C'mere." He nodded his head. I walked over standing in front of him.

"You mad at me?" He asked.