Kiarra B.
It's been about 3 weeks , and i haven't heard not a single word from Deyonte. I really don't even know what's going on but i gave him his space but it's time to have a talk now.
I grab my keys off the kitchen counter and leave out. I begin walking to my car and i felt hella sick i have no idea why. So i just shook it off and kept it moving.
[At Deyonte House]
I take out my key to his house and unlock the door. I begin walking up the stairs, and i heard grunting. This nigga watching porn, im dead. I walk into his room laughing, but then i took in that it wasn't porn. He had a bitch on his dick that wasn't me.
"Seriously Yonte ?" I yell.
"Baby i'm so sorry !" He says pushing the girl off of him.
I look at the bitch , and well well well it was tiana.
"Y'all niggas fake as fuck. Deyonte i hope you enjoyed your life cause you not gone have it any sooner." I say, crossing my arms.
"Baby come on can we talk about it?" He said wrapping his towel around him
"Nah stay with this hoe." I say, laughing.
"It was just a one time thing." He said.
"A one time thing Deyonte ? Tell her how long you been rearranging my guts." Tiana says.
"How long nigga ?" I say.
"A month.." He whispers.
"Speak up !" I yell.
"A month." He says.
"You a fucking skank i swear i'm telling clarence say cheese." I say taking my phone out taking a picture.
"You wouldn't fucking dare." She says.
"Actually i would cause bitch I fucked yo nigga already so it's all good." I say , laughing.
"So you cheated on me ?" Deyonte says.
"Yeah." I say.
"Then shit we all fucked up so why not just let the shit go ?" Tiana says.
"She do got a point." Deyonte says.
"True i guess we cool." I say, then i get that sick feeling again.
I run to the bathroom and i end up throwing up.
"Aye you cool ?" Deyonte says, walking in.
"Yeah im gone catch you later." I say.
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My Type Of Thing || Clarence Nyc
FanfictionKiarra meets a friend of her brother and decides to give him a chance until she finds out he was a player. Started • 7 / 15 / 18
