Demitri is just a normal teen, enjoying his senior year alongside his best friend, Tyler. Reina is...different.
Little does everybody know, Demitri has a little baggage too.
"Aw hell." I muttered when we walked into the party.
"Hey Mitri, I didn't know you was coming." Some girl strutted up to me.
"Aye!" Lazarus snapped at her. "He got a girl, gone 'bout cha' business."
She pouted, "But I can give him better."
"Tha' fuck I just say? Gone na'." He shooed her away.
She smacked her lips and stormed off. But she still made sure to add a switch to her walk.
A few minutes into the party, Laz walked away and I was alone. There's mostly girls here and I don't need them keeping me any type of company. I grabbed a beer and walked around.
"Demitri!" Gabe yelled over the music, giving me a dap.
Morgan stood next to him with his letterman jacket on, looking pissed.
"What's wrong, Morg?" I asked.
"She mad cause I made her wear the jacket." Gabe said.
"Why?"
She opened the jacket and I realized why.
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"Close it back up before one of these thirsty niggas see you." He told her.
She sucked her teeth, "It's nothing wrong with it."
"You're in a frat party. Everything is wrong with that outfit. I told your ass to change."
"Whatever Gabriel." She huffed, folding her arms.
"You calling me by my full name now?"
She pursed her lips and looked away.
This is a continuous thing with them. They get into petty arguments then get over it seconds later. They have such a great relationship and it sickens me personally.
"Okay Morgan." He put emphasis on her name, knowing that would make her mad.
"Don't call me that!" She stomped her foot like a toddler.
I chuckled, gulping down my beer. They argue in the most inconvenient places.
