𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐗𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐈 | 𝐤𝐝𝐠

ep : 12

A Week Later.

Xalani stared down at her large iPad, currently doing homework. She'd switched to online school so that she could be with Kentrell more, plus she didn't like in-person anyways.

She'd just gotten off FaceTime with her sister, who was checking to make sure she was getting her work done and asking when she'd be home.

"Man quit fuckin' movin'." Kentrell spoke to her, half asleep. She was straddled in his lap while he sat on the couch at the studio, his hood covering his face with his headphones over his ears.

"I need my hand papa." She mumbled, removing it from his grip so that she could type on her phone, and though he had an attitude, he didn't respond back.

Xalani knew that he was high off of Xans, but she refrained from doing the same because she needed to focus on getting this assignment turned in.

Pulling her closer to his body by her waist, Kentrell buried his face in her neck, making her slightly frown, being blocked from using her iPad.

"I need you fa' ta' hold me." He mumbled, and she sat her iPad down, wrapping her arms around his neck while internally chuckling at his bad grammar.

"Thank most high I got a girl to take me from the streets. You the one I want, baby, you the one I need." Kentrell sung lowly into his mic, humming to himself.

"Steady tryna win over yo love, ouu ah ou." He rubbed the nape of her back, and she held a small smile, knowing that he was singing about her.

His bloodshot red eyes opened to meet hers, and she took notice of his sad expression, grabbing ahold of his face.

"It could get violent, I don't mind bein' in trouble. Your love been leavin' behind cold-blooded bodies. Please don't murder me for tryin'." He placed his forehead against hers, hearing his engineer mixing his vocals together.

"Take some please." He held out a ziplock baggie of pills, his tone soft.

"No baby. Talk to me." She rubbed through his small chin hairs, and he laid his head on her shoulder.

"I want you to get high with me." He mumbled, and she chuckled, shaking her head at him.

"Baby watch out real quick." He tapped her waist, and she got off of him just as Ben walked in the studio.

"Wassup Zay?" He gave her a side hug, to which she returned while watching Kentrell began to lightly pace.

"Baby what's wrong?" She asked, letting Ben go, and Kentrell began to pull at his front dreads, irritated with himself.

"I'ma go call da' driver. He need to go home 'for he spazz." Ben told her, and she nodded, hearing the door close behind her as she neared Kentrell.

"Get the fuck back Xalani." He sent a glare her way, and she locked her gaze on his darker one, her head tilting.

He was staring at her, but not directly. It was as if he could see something behind her, something that had his attention; yet nothing was there.

"Kentrell there's nothing there. Look at me." She approached him, and he moved passed her, heading towards the wall.

"Say, I'm not fuckin' doing that shit. You hea' me? I ain't fucking doing it." He gestured with his hands, and Xalani held the back of his shirt so that he didn't touch it.

"Ain't no mo' fuckin' controlling me. This me, aight? Ain't no mo' of dat' shit mane I'm tired of that shit." He mumbled, holding his jeans so that they didn't fall lower.

Xalani watched as he reached for his waistband, and she grabbed his gun from the position it was in before he could, not affecting the current trance he was in.