Deceived Emotions || NBA youngboy (Completed)

36• Marry You

December 4th, 2017

Cianna✨

"Really! We weren't doing anything"

"Doesn't look like anything to me—then at that.. he's not even the boy you was telling me about"

"Ma! Me and Kentrell AREN'T together"

"So you just gonna run off with another dude?" I looked up at the ceiling with my fists clinched

"Why are you concerned?"

"Did you not hear wat I said yesterday? YOUR image reflect back on ME. ME CIANNA ME! Starting to think I gotta take you with me"

"I'm not going anywhere"

"If I say you coming, you coming with me young lady. Now pack your shit, we leaving tomorrow" she told me and I huffed, going back into my room, slamming the door while at it. I grabbed my phone, group FaceTiming the girls. Everybody answered but Krystal

"Hello?" They all said at once, and I looked at the camera

"Bruh—my momma really trippin. She-"

"Wait..yo Og down hea? Damn why u Ain said nun. I wanna meet ha" Mariah said and I shook my head

"No the hell you don't"

"She couldn't seem too bad. I mean—"

"Yeah aight. She makin me move wit ha"

"She live down here right?" Yasmine asked and I shook my head.

"What da hell? What about college!" Aaliyah frowned and I shrugged

"She don't give a damn"

"I can hear you in there talking shit! Ain went no where!" My mother yelled from outside of the door and I smacked my lips

"And?!—Anyway y'all, this might be goodbye" I pouted and they looked at the screen with a sad face

"Bruh—I'm on my way neoww! She got all of us fucked up" Mariah said and they nodded

"Y'all chill—"

"Ain't no chill Cianna. You're 18! She can't just force you to go with her. I kno das ya og and all but nah man. It don't work like that nomo, Yeen a kid"

"Imma talk to her" I told them, before hanging up the phone. She bursted in my room, with her eyes glued to her phone

"Ok so, I gotta house in Cali bu—" She paused looking at me. I had my arms crossed

"Coulda sworn I said pack your shit"

"Ain't going" I told her and she looked at me like I grew 3 heads. I really didn't care at this point, she never even acted like this, I don't know why she grew balls now. But it's gone get real disrespectful if she keep talking to me like a 13 year old

"Girllll—lord Jesus" She took a deep breath, before looking at me with a calm facial expression

"When I come back, everything betta be packed and ready to go, Cianna"

"And if it's not?"

"Don't push it sweety" She gave me a fake smile before walking out of the room. A few seconds later, I could hear the door to my condo slam shut. I sighed, as I ran my hands through my hair. I wasn't even supposed to be stressing myself but all of this going on, was really getting the best of me.

Sometimes I feel as if I have no one to talk to at times like this. Everybody offers to hear what I gotta say, but don't be really listening. You could express your feelings to somebody and they'd reply with "Damn, that's fucked up" or something similar to that. My phone ringing knocked my out of my thoughts

"Hello?"

"Why you looking like that" His faced instantly frowned up and I shook my head

"Nothing" Kentrell smacked his lips as he straight faced the camera. His forehead was sweaty, and he had no shirt on. It look like he'd just left the stage, and was backstage

"Man—I hate when you do that shit! Why you don't ever open up to me? That shit hurt my feelings, dawg. Then you wanna act like youn neva got nobody ta talk to"

"Kentrell—"

"Naww mane, I'm fa real. Now, Ain forcin ya ta talk to me, but don't ever feel like Yeen got me doe" I nodded, biting my lip

"What you doing— and imma go to the sto' and getchu a bigger tank top. Them shits to little" He told me and I smacked my lips

"It ain't event that little"

"Hell it is. You jus—"

"Damn waddup Cici!" Ben yelled through the camera, hype as hell. I shook my head as I gave him a small wave

"Wassup Ten, why you so hype?"

"Shit! Ion even know! Ten shit, ya heard me. Fuck allat Otha shit" He started screaming out as he left the camera. Kentrell came back in the camera, still looking at Ben, smiling.

His smile so kutttteeee

I took a picture him, making him look at the camera and smack his lips

"Mane, Watchu taking pictures of me for?"

"Nigga— I can take pictures of you. As much as you take pictures of me" I started laughing at the mug on his face, and he took a picture of me. I flicked the camera off as he started putting his stuff back on

"Aye, imma call you back once I leave here" He told me and I nodded. The phone hung up, and I sighed, leaning back in my bed, before throwing the covers on me. There was nothing on tv, so I decided to scroll through my Instagram feed. One particular post caught my attention

Nba_Youngboy: Imma Marry You Shawty❤️ @Babycici