secrets & lies

Chapter 2

Ashanti pov

At this point I'm pissed off, I haven't talked ta my father in 4 days and I been staying with rudeass Osama. Bro really got issues , he always angry just angry at everything.

Negative ass vibe

I walked downstairs seeing Osama, Bando and Bands smoking i quickly fanned the smoke from outta my face " Can one of yall take me to get my car ? " I asked.

" I forgot butcho pops said don't drive yo car till he get back " Bands said making me huff.

" Yall know where he at? " I asked making Osama look at me like I was stupid.

" If we knew yo ass would've been outta hea "

" Well yall needa find out so I can get tf outta here " I replied looking at Osama since he Mr. Smartass.

Always gotta fuck ass attitude, this nigga need Jesus Christ in his damn life !

" Bi- " He started but Bands cut him off.

" Whatchu need yo car fa? "

" Because I have school tomorrow " I told him." Damn yo ass still in school ? " He asked I nodded.

I begin walking back upstairs to one of Osama guest room's, when my pops come back im going thee fuck off on him because why would you leave me then not only that I gotta stay here, I hate staying at other people house.

Couple hours later

I was in the kitchen making dinner for me , myself and I. I was making steak , baked macaroni and mashed potatoes.

As I seasoned the steak Osama walked in , he grabbed a water out the frigerator before turning around leaning on the counter watching me.

" What? " I asked looking up at him, I finally embrace in him he wasn't ugly at all, the only ugly thing on him was his attitude. He had a few tattoos on his face and a lot on his body he also had waves.

" Nun " He said still watching me making me nervous asl.

Dude stop looking at me damn

I decided to cut my steak since it was big.

As I'm cutting I can still see him watching me as the dummy im am I looked up while cutting and accidentally cut my finger.

" Fuck " I mumbled as he laughed while shaking his head putting his water bottle top back on " That's not funny, do you have any band-Aids ? " I asked looking at him , his eyes were low you could tell he was high.

He shrugged making me roll my eyes before going to look where band-aids should be at.

3 minutes later

I finally found the band-aids, I walked downstairs putting my band-aid on.

I walked in the kitchen to see Osama still in the same spot on his phone, I rolled my eyes and started pouring olive oil in the pan.

" So you know how to cook? " He asked locking his phone staring at me I decided not to answer since he ain have no idea where the band-aids was at.

He only tryna conversate with me because he high and got the munchies , he want some of this food and he ain getting shit rude ass.

Don't care if im in his kitchen or not !

" Cuh yk you hear me talkin ta you "

" Yes I know how to cook " I said rolling my eyes looking at him.

" Hope them bitches get stuck in da back of yo big ass head " He said making me mug him.

" Hope you choke on your water and die " I replied mugging him even harder.

" Hope you choke on your water and die " He mocked while bucking at me , I fake jump.

" So scared looking ass " I said

" Bi- bruh shut up and finish cooking my food " He said and I chuckle.

" If you think you eating anything I cooked you lost your mind "

" Guess I lost my mind " He replied as I rolled my eyes

Deddy hurry up and come save me !

One hour later

" this shit smack " Osama said while eating a peice of his steak.

I rolled my eyes getting out of my seat grabbing a water , " Aye hand me one too " He said, I ignored him walking back to my chair.

" You a selfish stupid ass la girl " He mugged thee fuck outta me going to get him a water.

I ignored him and scrolled on tiktok " That's why this shit nasty " He said .

" This shit smack " I mocked him going to Fashion Nova.

" Man fuck up " He replied getting more macaroni.

" Ouu this cute " I mumbled scrolling on Fashion Nova still , I needa get some jeans.

Osama phone ringed fa the second time " Your ph- duh " I was cut off by his rude ass.

" Well my bad bitch " I mumbled throwing my food away " Aye watch yo mouth " He told me answering his phone as I rolled my eyes and begin cleaning up.

" Fuck you want? " He asked whoever was on the phone.

" Fuck off my phone with det bull shit "

" Tf you staring at? " He asked me turning around , I decided not to answer because he just want a reaction.

" Can you move? " I asked trying to sweep by him he moved walking slow asl.

I finished sweeping the floor before walking out turning the light off.

" Bruh omm you a childish stupid ass la girl " Osama said standing in the dark as I giggled.

" Oh I thought I cared for a second " I laughed as he turned the lights back on.

" Yo pops just texted me" He told me making me quickly make my way back downstairs.

" He did? " I smiled " Nope " Osama said throwing his plate away pushing pass me.

" You a childish bitch , bitch " I said , his head snap towards me and my heart started beating fast asl.

" Ima what? " He asked walking over to me.

" Move " I pushed passed him

" Nah , ima what? " He yanked my arm i quickly scrunched my face up cause don't touch me.

" Dont ever touch me the hell " I yanked my arm " And obviously you heard me " I told him making him chuckle.

" Oh igh "

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any thoughts?

What should be Osama real name?