The Perfect Hood Guy. [Editing]

4.

Kaylee.

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"Aye, slim thick witcho cute ass." Emily sang.

"I might buy you a new bag."

"Yaaaaah." The whole class said, laughing.

I was in 7th period & we had a substitute. He was pretty chill, he just wanted us to get our work turned in. I could say, I was pretty happy, including what happened last night.

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"Ayo, KJ." Ace called, referring to Khalil.

Did this nigga just walk in my class? I thought to myself. I mean the bell already rung, I just needed to pick up my homework.

"Wassam Ace, Em?" He said walking over to us. "Wassam, ma." He said kissing my cheek, then my lips.

"Hey baby."

"Man, Coach Dickson want us ta' be at practice at 5." He said dapping Khalil up.

"Aight, bae ima stay afta' school, you gon' be scraight at tha' house?"

"Yeah, Em coming over to help me study."

"Aight, Em watch out fa' my baybeh man."

"I gotchu KJ." She said bumping him out the way.

"See you later babe, I have to get going." I said turning around, walking towards the door.

Continuing walking, I felt a pair of hands grab me. Turning around I saw Khalil, with his face frowned.

"Whea' my kisses?"

"At the store." I laughed, referring to the chocolate candies.

"Girl, getcho ass ova' hea' right nie & gimme my fuckin' kiss." He aggressively grab my butt, cupping it in his hands.

Pecking his lips repeatedly, his opened his mouth allowing me to enter my tongue. Our tongues mated with each other. Pecking his lips one last time, I pulled away.

"I love you baybeh." He chuckled, licking his bottom lip.

"I love you too. Bye." I waved.

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Khalil.

So, dis nigga Coach Dickson made us do suicides because Kenneth big mouth ass keep talkin'. I was beyond tired & I just wanted ta' get home ta' my baybeh.

Tha' rest of tha' team went into tha' locker room, while Coach had ta' exchange a few words with me.

"Khalil?" He called, pointing at me to come over.

"Wassam Coach?"

"Look here, son I know you the head leader, but you gotta keep ya head up dawg."

"Coc-."

"No, if's ands or buts about it, just keep practicing."

"Aight man." I walked off.

Coach Dickson was like a father figure to me. When me & my moms was down & out, dis man helped us when my moms couldn't. He taught me alot of shit man.

Before walking into tha' locker room, I heard a lot of commotion going on, so I went in ta' check it out.

Walking into the locker room, there was the cheerleaders hoeing around like always. Speaking of hoes, here's the Queen of Thotlers, Indiya.

Without speaking, I walked scraight pass ha' ass, like I seen a ghost.

"Oh, so you aint gon' speak KJ?" She asked, popping ha' gum.

Still not responding to ha', this bitch had the nerve ta' pull me in tha' back of tha' locker room.

"Man what tha' fuck you want Indiya?"

"You." She simply stated.

"See, lemme tell you whea' you fucked up." I stated. "Make a right, then keep straight, then you see that blue door, exit it." I said walking off.

"That bitch that you with, got you wrapped around her finger." She rolled ha' eyes.

"And dat bitch you referring ta', will fuck you up." I waved her off.

Watching her walk out tha' locker room with ha' squad, I went ta' shower, so I can get home ta' Kaylee.

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Putting my clothes on, I slid on my Nike slides, walking out with Ace. It was dark as hell outchea', so I dapped Ace up & left.

Pulling into tha' driveway, tha' living room light was on. I looked ova' at my moms house. I haven't heard from ha' in days. Walking across tha' lawn, I went to my moms house, opening up tha' door with my key.

"Ma?" I yelled.

"Whatchu want Khalil? I been hea' stressin' about you all night & day. Whea' you been?"

"Ma-."

"Get your shit & get out my house Khalil."

"Man, you know what, I been helping yo' ass do stuff in hea'. Who been helping you pay yo' bills? Me, cause that nigga damn sho' aint doin' shit." I spat.

"No child of mine, gon' disrespect me." I felt a slap ta' my face.

She lucky, I couldn't slap ha' ass back.

"Man, Im out dis bitch." I walked upstairs, grabbing my shit, leaving.

"KJ, whea' you going?" I heard my niece say.

"Uncle KJ, going out for a lil minute. I'a be back to pick you up fa' icecream tomorra'." I said picking ha' up, kissing ha' cheek. "Uncle, luh you. Aight."

"Promise." She held out ha' pinky.

"Promise."

"Bye KJ."

"Bye Kay Kay."

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