Second Chances

6. Just Chillin'

••6 weeks later••

•Skye•

"Oh my god Ant if you don't give me my phone I swear I'm gonna-"

"Whatchu gon do kick my ass?" He continued to laugh.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Your so annoying. Keep it I don't care anymore." I leaned back in the booth.

"So you don't want you phone?"

I shook my head.

"So you just give up?"

I nodded and sipped my milkshake. This little café is really where we eat 24/7 now.

"Yep. I have zero time to sit here and try to get my phone that I know I'm getting back anyways."

He laughed and continued eating his burger. "I don't remember sayin' I was gon' give it back though."

I straight faced him and nodded after a second. "Ok fine tell me if I get a text."

He nodded. "Say you still you know..?"

"No I don't know Ant. What are you talking about?" I said in a bored tone.

He sucked his teeth. "You know like.. mess with like.. you know females?"

I looked at him and laughed. "Every blue moon. Have you seen the girls walking around this campus? I know you have."

"Girl hell yeah I know. It's so hard being tied down sometimes." He sighed. "Ash cool or whateva but they got so many opportunities."

I laughed and shook my head. "That's a shame. I hope you're not cheating on that girl."

"Nah ion cheat you know dat. Why be wit somebody if you gon just cheat?"

"Well that's good because she seems.. She's really um...yeah just don't cheat."

He laughed. "Ok Skye."

"So later once we leave here I'm going home to see my mom and Avy. You wanna come?"

He nodded. "Yea I'ma come. I ain't seen my mama in a minute and I would love to meet lil you."

I smiled. "Ok cool. Now hurry up so we can go."

He smacked his lips. "Don't be rushin' me lah bihh."

"Well can I at least have my phone back so I won't be bored?"

He looked at me. "Nah you good."

"I really dislike you bruh." I said with a mug on my face.

He shrugged. "Das fine. I'm used to it."

I groaned and threw my head back. "Oh my god August I'm dying."

"Oh my god August I'm dying." He mimicked.

I smacked my lips and kicked him under the table.

He looked at me crazy. "Did yo lah crazy ass just kick me?"

"Is water wet?"

"Is that a rhetorical question?"

"Does it look like Trump wears a toupee?"

He straight faced me. "You gon' keep answerin' my questions wit questions or gimme a real answer?"

"Is one plus one three?"

He laughed. "You so fuckin' retarded bruh."

"I'm already knowing. Are you done now?"

He nodded and stood up. "Yea let's go lah mama."