I look at the text. I have no clue what to say back. Well first off where the fuck did he get my number from. I know that Elijah wouldn't give him my number.
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how tf did you get my number deon. > Y/N
deon . < ay don't worry bout it momma. open ur curtains bae
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I look around. No way is his window right where mine is. I get up from my bed and look out the curtain slightly. He's standing right there. With his phone in his hand, just looking at it. I open my curtains and unlock my window. I see him excitedly start opening his window. I open mine too.
Deon: Ay what's good ma?
Y/N: How'd you get my number Deon?
Deon: I got my ways. Ain't nun to worry bout
Pure silence. All he does is stare at me while he licks his lips. I hate the way he looks at me. I mean yeah it's nice, but it's the same way Elijah looks at me. The worse part is that it's not Elijah. It's his best friend, Deon. I hate him.
Deon: Ay you good?
Y/N: No. I'm creeped out weirdo
Deon: Ay bruh chill. I just wanna get to know you
He winks at me.
Deon: I'm coming over beautiful.
Y/N: What?
Deon: Yes? Bet on my way
Deon closes his window and leaves. I close my window and curtains. I quickly text Elijah that something came up and we can't hang out today. I then hear a knock at the door. Thank god no one's home. I go downstairs and open the door. A tall, dread head at my door. He's looking down at me, he's really close to me. I move back a little to create space.
Deon: you ain't gonna just leave me out here? take me to your room or sum
I don't say anything and just drag him inside. I shut the door hoping nobody saw him at my door. I walk up to my room as he follows me with a little confused, but happy look on his face. We get into my room and I close the door. He sits down on my bed, as if it was his. I look at him.
Y/N: What do you want Deon.
Deon: Bro I told you already. I wanna get to know you
