Forever and Always

10.

India

"Stop teasing me. What do I have to do?" He laughed. Not replying, I continued to ignore him. Since August lost the bet I'm making him suffer by ignoring him. "Fine fuck you. I'll see you when I get home so I can watch the game." He chuckled and walked away.

"Always wanna watch that whack ass game." I mumbled. He turned around and laughed.

"Stop it. Don't try and diss The Saints." He replied.

"Nigga I don't need to diss them. They gonna lose and that's that." I shrugged, causing him to mush my head.

"You tripping. 20 that they'll win." He shrugged. I pressed my lips together and thought about it.

"Matter of fact. Since you already lost the bet with me, if The Saints lose you have to put your dick print on Instagram." I smirked. He thought about it before smiling sluggishly.

"Okay deal. I know my team ain't losing. Plus I'm blessed so fuck it." He winked and walked out of the room. I bit down on my lip, already regretting this. There was no way the Saints could lose tonight.

Hearing the alarm go off then turn back off, I furrowed my eyebrows together. "Daddy's Home! India where yo punk ass at? I'm hungry! You ain't got no food in this bitch?!" Ian yelled out. I rolled my eyes and quickly rushed down stairs.

"Nigga did I invite you into my house? Stop with all that yelling." I scolded. He walked up to me and gave me a kiss on my forehead.

"Shut up India you ain't even like that. You don't want these hands. Now make me some food for I have to get the 30 seconds with you little bit." I rolled my eyes and pulled away.

"Nigga make your own damn food. You got two working hands better use them shits little dick." I replied.

"Little dick?" He placed his hands on his chest playing hurt.

"Yeah remember when DJ pulled your pants down in front of the whole school." I laughed and he smacked his teeth.

"It was fucking cold outside. How many times Ima have to keep telling you that fat ass? Know what, fuck you. I'll make my own damn food." I bent over and started laughing harder.

"Take that shit to go little dick." I laughed out. He walked back in the room and picked me up over his shoulder. "Put me down." I laughed while hitting his back.

He ran out the room towards the back door making me hit my head on the door frame. I rubbed the front of my head and winced in pain.

"Stop moving fat ass you're weighing us down with yo big ass head." He laughed. Before I could process what he was about to do, he ran out the door and jumped into the pool with me still on his shoulder.

I quickly swam back up to the surface and gasped for air. He jumped out the water laughing.

"That's not funny." I pouted. He laughed even harder, adding a slap to his knee.

"Aww I'm so-" Cutting his sentence short, he fell back into the water. The water splashed me causing my hair to get even more wet. When he finally made his way back up, I slapped his arm and began to swim away from him.

"My hair you stupid fuck. Why would you do that?" I laughed swimming to the ladder. He swam in after me and pulled my leg off the ladder making me fall back in.

"Move bitch let me through." He climbed out and grabbed all the towels off the patio. I ran after him and he shut the door in my face.

"Let me in nigga I'm fucking cold." He laughed and started speaking in French. He fucking blow mine.