Ecstasy- Rapper imagines

Church girl pt 2- nba yb

"This nigga funny as fuck," Kentrell says, stuffing hot Cheetos in his mouth.

"Language," I say, snatching the bag from him. 

"My bad," he says snatching them back. "Shoulda bought you sum."

"Sharing is caring," I say holding my hand out.

"Nahh keeping is caring. Youn need no mo calories," he responds making me gasp. I grab a pillow and hit him on the side of his head.

"Guh watch yoself fo I beat yo ass," he says, mouth full of chips. I roll my eyes at his profanity and grab the bag again, running to the opposite side of the room. "Imma shoot yo ass, keep playing."

"Why you so violent over a bag of chips? It's not that deep big bruh," I say handing him his chips back.

"Ion play bout what's mine," he says, looking me up and down. He slowly licks his lips at me, and then pops another handful of chips in. I just stand there, trying to process the fact that he just checked me out.

"Y/N! KENTRELL," we hear from downstairs.

"Yes," we both yell back, already getting up because we both know we ain't getting no answer. We rush downstairs and I go to the kitchen sink to wash my hands. Kentrell just sits down at the table. Now his chicken gon taste like salt and Cheeto dust. Them dirty hands.

"Y/n, lead us in prayer baby." I nod my head and close my eyes, holding Kentrell and my mama's hands. Kentrell intertwines our fingers making me open my eyes to see him already looking at me. I feel my cheeks go red, remembering what he had previously done.

"Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for this day. Thank you for this hour, for the very breath to breathe and activity to our limbs. Thank you for the roof over our head, the clothes on our back and the food on this table. Bless those who are less fortunate, and help us to help them out any way we can. In Jesus mighty name we pray. Amen."

"Amen," mama and Mrs Gaulden say at the same time. I'm guessing one of them kick Kentrell because he speaks up seconds later.

"Oh, shit I forgot. Amen." Earning another kick from his mother.

"Y/n, ya mama tells me you got pipes," Mrs Gaulden says, taking a bite of chicken.

"Only a lil bit," I respond, eating some food too.

"Don't let this child fool you. She might be kin to Whitney Houston with that voice."

"Oh, I believe it."

After we finish dinner, Kentrell goes shower after I show him where everything is. I walk downstairs and overhear my mama and Mrs Gaulden talking.

"So Kentrell killed him," mama asks. 

"I don't know for sure, but I think he did. Ain't the first time Kentrell done did something like that. That's why I moved him here, to get away from the streets."

"Good. And Y/n gon make sure he act right. She a church girl but she don't play with nobody."

"She sassy," Mrs Gaulden asks with a laugh.

"Extremely."

If I thought Kentrell's hands were dirty before, they are even more now. He killed people before. That's not somebody I want around me. That's not somebody I want to be with me.

Kentrell Gaulden

"Man I'm telling you, shawty bad," I tell Quando. "Thick, pretty face. Only thing is, she a lil church girl."

"They be the freakiest ones," he says, laughing his ass off.

"On God," I respond, finishing dry myself off.

"So you gon fuck wit her for real or just fuck wit her?"

"Prolly just fuck wit her. Shawty cool people but she got too many standards."

"That's a Godly coochie, you gon have to work fa dat."

"Nigga," I say, laughing. Quando dumb as hell.

"Aye, I'm finna hop in the Stu. Imma hit you up later."

"Ight bro," I say hanging up. Man I miss my niggas. I'm stuck out cha in this boring ass town. At least i won't be catching any bodies or law suits but still. A nigga want lil bit of action.

I finish get dressed in the guest room and then head into Y/n's room. She's on her knees praying, Bible beside her opened to a page.

"And God, I don't know what you want me to do with my life. I don't know your plans for me. I don't even know what I want to do. I'm lost God, I just need some guidance. I just need something. Someone. Anything. God, please." She breaks down crying and I just watch and she wipes her face, stands up and saves her Bible beside all the others.

I knock, pretending that I wasn't watching what was going on. I hear her sniffle and clear her throat. Damn, what happened to ha?

"Who is it?"

"It's Kentrell," I respond. 

"Come in," she says. I open the door to see her on her bed back on Netflix. Her eyes are puffy and her nose is still stuffy from crying.

"You good ma," I ask laying next to her. She nods her head and puts on the Lorax. "I'm here if you need anything."

"Thanks Kentrell," she said kinda backing away from me. I let it slide and watch this kid ass movie until I fall asleep in her bed.