𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 | ᴋᴅɢ

9.

Six days later.

"Chill the fuck out mane." Ben said, Big Earl holding Kentrell's arms behind his back.

"Youngboy you on camera. Is this really the picture you wanna paint? Ignorance and ghetto at the mall?" A black man held up a phone, his flash on Kentrell.

"Bitch ion give a fuck bout no camera. Do me somethin' pussy." He fought to get out of Earl's grip, trying to get to a crowd of paparazzi who had invaded his space after numerous times of him telling them to back up.

"NBA Youngboy, would you consider yourself to be violent?" A reporter held a camera in his face, and he brought his foot up, kicking the camera, making it break on the ground.

"Man E get the fuck off me mane I'm finna dawg' they azz'." His accent came out strong, being carried away, phone cameras recording him.

"Whew lawd, good god almighty this hot dog so fucking goo-damn. I missed something?!" KD frowned, him and Joe approaching them.

"Paparazzi pissed lil demon off." Earl chuckled, finally letting Kentrell go.

As soon as he was let go, he took off running back towards the crowd.

"That boy Usian Bolt!" KD busted out laughing as the four of them tried to catch up with Kentrell.

"What you said 'bout me bitch?" Kentrell swung his fists fast at the one man who was talking to him earlier, a deep mug on his face.

"World Star!" KD screamed, biting into his hotdog as he jumped around with his phone.

"Mane this nigga gone get another fuckin' case." Joe shook his head as Earl pulled Kentrell off the now bloody man.

"Fuck you talm bout pussy I'm like that! Fuck allat' i'a get up wit' yo azz' on whatever bitch." Kentrell fixed his chains as Earl pulled him away from the scene.

He could feel his phone buzzing off the hook in his pocket, and he pulled it out, throwing it over the balcony of the second floor of the mall, hearing it shatter on the ground floor.

"Bro." Ben laughed, looking over the railing at the now broken phone.

"Mane I'm good. Fuck off me fa' I get yo ass next E." Kentrell mumbled, and Earl chuckled, keeping his arms behind his back.

"Now you can do a lot of shit, but whoop Earl ass? Boy he gone fold yo ass like a table." KD shook his head, and Kentrell cracked a smile, making Joe laugh.

"He can't fold a bullet so I don't give a fu-KD bitch come here I'm finna thrash yo a-matter fact." Kentrell pulled out of Earl's grip, and KD screamed, taking off running as Kentrell chased him through the mall.

"My hot dog bitch!" He screamed as the weenie dropped out of his bun, making Joe bust out laughing, all five of them running through the mall.

"Fuck that hot dog. I'm finna stretch yo bitch ass." Kentrell jumped on top of his back, and he continued screaming, and Kentrell busted out laughing.

"Say Ten! Get on Joe back and race us." Kentrell said, and KD stopped running, attempting to catch his breath.

"Fat ass bitch. Why you so damn big? You eat everyday, you need to slow the fock down.". KD panted, and Kentrell smacked his lips.

"On ya mark, get set-go!" Earl called out, and both KD and Joe took off running.

"If you win I got five thousand for you." Kentrell said, and KD ran faster, making Kentrell laugh as he ran out of the door, winning.

"Broke ass bitch." Joe laughed, Ben jumping off his back.

"Ain't broke hoe I just got five thousand dollars." He snaked his neck as Kentrell got off his back, passing him a stack of cash.