𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙄𝘾

𝗢 𝗜 𝗟 𝗖 𝗛 𝗔 𝗡 𝗚 𝗘

||Durk Derrick Banks||

My blood was rushing at 200 miles per hour and I felt like my body was about to explode. My body felt like it was on fire and I could feel my eyes start to water a little. I didn't even know why I was angry.

Seeing Von today I guess made me realize I have so much pent up anger in me regarding Jr. To the point where I was willing too lash out on anyone and it just happened to be Dayvon.

I don't know, something about him just being here, on my block, near my family, just didn't sit right with me. He's a Black Deciple for fucks sake, he shouldn't even know my name none the less where my people reside.

"Blonde, calm down." India said rubbing my back. I shrugged her hand off me before standing up and heading into the back room.

I paced back and forth trying to ease myself and stay calm but nothing was working. I felt like I was sky high in my own brain drowning in a pool of revenge and anger.

I should've never let Von kiss me that day.

Not only was it the gayest shit I've ever done but it was the most disrespectful as well. I feel like I've betrayed everyone, everyone who ever counted on me.

A knock sounds on the door. Without even letting me respond Von comes in with a plate of food and a drink in the other hand. He takes a seat on the wooden bed just watching me pace back and forth in silence.

I take a couple glances at him eat his food unbothered. Son of a bitch.

"Yeen got do all dat, sit down." He says after finishing most of his plate.

I roll my eyes and stop pacing but instead of sitting down I move to the other side of the room and just lean on the wall. Dayvon sighs putting his plate and drink on the small nightstand.

"Why you buggin?" He says looking at me.

"I'm straight." I say crossing my arms.

"No you not B, come here." I just stare at him contemplating weather I should move from where I am now. "Ion bite."

I roll my eyes before walking to the bed and sitting down next to him.

He sighs shaking his head, "So wassup witchu?" He ask.

I shake my head indicating I don't want to talk about it. "Alright bet it's ethier we talk about this or I'm out." He says getting up.

I look at him wondering weather he's serious or not but when he starts walking to the door I grab his hand and pull him back. A smirk appears on his face as he sits down right next to me leaving no space between us.

I have no idea why but my body just reacted and I rested my head on his shoulder. We sat in silence for what felt like forever, a comfortable silence. "So what this mean?" I mumble feeling myself grow tired.

"Ion know man but for now we chillin." He says looking down at the time on his phone.  I nod my head lifting it up in the process.

"Lets head back out." We both stand up from the bed and adjust ourselves.

As we come out the room I noticed a bunch of more people had arrived. The living area was filled with familiar faces and unfamiliar ones.

"Durk you good?" Dominique ask coming over to me.

"Yeah." He pats my shoulder then walks away. Dayvon is still close behined me just checking his phone. I walk away going over to sit at one of the couches.

"Yo Durk it's been a minute." Khalil one my homies says dapping me up.

"I know, last time we met up you were single and childless." I say making us both chuckle.

"Yeah man, God got surprises for everyone." He says smiling. Danm this nigga changed a whole lot, but it's definitely nice to see him happy.

"You know Meelo been askin' bout chu." Khalil says catching me off guard.

"Oh forreal?"

"Yeah, he been talking to this boy. Making him act all soft and shit."

"So what that got to do with me."

"Man you know you basically this hoods therapist, he just need a little guidance. There ain't a lot of niggas who hear Meelo the way he need to be heard." He says sighing.

"I feel you. Tell him to hit me up."

"A'ight, preciate it." Khalil says giving me a bro hug.

After talking to Kahlil and the other folks there some more I started to grow hungry so I went outside to get food. Walking outside I see Von near the gate just talking to someone on the phone. Minding my buisness I go ahead and take a rib off the grill with a burger as well.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TRUST THESE NIGGAS CHEIF!" I hear Von yell making me look up.

"You know what get the fuck off my phone." He says before hanging up, he notices me watching and makes his way over.

"You bein' nosey or sum?" He ask smirking.

"Nigga you on my block at my house, I got a right." I joke a little.

"Bet so when I get the right to kiss you again?" He ask. I scrunch up my face looking around me to see if anyone heard.

"Von I ain't gay." I say nonchalantly.

"And that's cool, I ain't gay either." He puts his hands on my waist pulling me closer to him.

Why do I let this nigga do things like this?

"Dayvon stop." I say resisting everything in me.

"Not yet Durkio, I wanna do sum." He says before kissing me.

Finally.

In that moment my body sparked with so much emotion. I never realized what being so far away from Dayvon for such a short span could do to me. He's the first nigga to make me ever question myself like this, and that scares me like hell. He the enemy I should not be feeling like this....but I can't help it.

Dayvon pulls me in closer to him placing his hands right on top of my butt. I can't say that I wasn't uncomfortable at first but after some seconds it wasn't so bad. My body was heated and my stomach was doing a million turns.

"Von." I say pulling away.

He sighs, "Yeah I know." He connected our lips again moving one hand to my neck this time. Once again our tounges play making me grow hornier and hornier by the second.

"Hmm Von." I mumble trying to get him to listen.

"Von." I say a little louder. He pulls away with a frustrated sigh.

"My bad." He apologizes making me smile.

"What are we doing?" I question utterly curious. What am I doing? I should not be kissing Dayvon or any Black Deciple for that matter.

"Ion know Durkio." And that nickname.

"Well we gotta figure it out."

A/N

I TOLD YOU NOT TRUST THESE NIGGAS BITCH YOU KNOW YOU DEAD WRONG🤣🤣🤣 Sorry I just had too.