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|Tyra's P.O.V|
"And I know you never hit it, so shut yo ass up!" My brother O'Shea laughs along with his friends, Eric, Antoine aka yella and Andre. who where in the kitchen fucking around, as I sat on the table doing my home work. Yes I'm doing homework during summer break...
"Nigga please! I hit the from the back, front, top, bottom AND the sides !" Eric laughed earning some dap from his friends. But I didn't pay them no mind and continued to write my essay. They always be on this shit.
"E...you ain't hit shit, coz you ugly as shit..this what the ladies really want" Yella let out, referring to himself.
"Shut up! You got the same completion as a fuckin Simpson niggah!, fuck outta here" Eazy fired back making everyone laugh, even I let out a chuckle.
"OOoooh!" Dre instigated it along with O'Shea.
"Man kiss my ass!" Yella chuckled, as they lit blunts and sipped fortys, mama gon whoop O'Sheas ass if she smells any of that when she get home.
"Yo Tyra!" O'Shae called, I sat my pencil down and looked up at the four of them.
"Mmmh?" I raise my eyebrow, feeling every single one of their eyes on me.
"You want some pizza? We ordering" he said casually.
"Yeh What you want baby" Eric approached me before leaning on the counter, speaking in a Low tone so O'Shae couldn't hear him. I could already feel myself blushin a little, why does O'Shea have to have sexy ass friends?! These niggas are always at my crib! I can't even walk around here when I get up in the morning just in case they see me.
"Um, I'll have like two slices of whatever y'all get...as long as it don't have anchovies on it" I pull a little stank face making Eric chuckle and step away from me.
"Ight coo" he said walking back over to my brother.
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|Tyra's P.O.V|
"TYRA! FOODS HERE!" I hear O'Shea shout from downstairs, I throw my book on my bed and quickly look in the mirror, to see if I look at least half decent.
I feel kinda satisfied and walk downstairs. I fix the position of my slides as I strolled into the kitchen, but kinda stopped in my tracks when I spotted Lorenzo...god that boy made me nervous, we've always had this weird tension between us but we never really speak...not like bad tension but...he would always stare at me.
