Ashiah Symone Bryier
'I'm gone stick around and fight for you just like I'm pose to do'
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"fuck this shit" Kentrell said throwing the lighter down into the cup holder and I chuckled, "wassup Poota, you can talk to me"
Poota was a nickname Kentrell gave me when I first met him. He said he called me that because I was well put together and different from these other hoes
I sighed and looked at him
"I feel like everybody against me, ain't nobody fucking wimme for real" I said expressing my feelings
"who?"
I shrugged
"Ion know, everywhere I turn to everybody doing some grimy shit. It's hard to surround myself with people who ain't real when ian nothing but genuine"
"You wanna know something?" he asked causing me to nod my head
"Wassup"
"You — you the female version of me. It'll all come to you once you meet new people, but then again that shit scary. Youn know who you meeting or what they capable of. I did that shit til I found the gang and you"
"But ion give a fuck bout meeting new people, Kentrell. Fuck them people, you the only one that's real round this motherfucka"
He leaned up and looked at me with the same serious face he always have.
"And ima always be the only one that's real round this bitch. Poota you ain't got no friends, them females you fucking with ain't shit"
"Yeah, I know that's why they finna get cut off"
It got quiet for a minute before I spoke up again
"Kentrell promise me you gone stick around and fight for me. Promise me you won't leave me"
He sucked his teeth as he let out a small chuckle before shaking his head
"Poota you already know how I'm coming bout you. I'm gone stick around and fight for you just like I'm pose to do. You ain't gotta worry bout that" m
"I know"
"You ready to go home?" He asked and I shook my head 'no'
"I can stay at yo' house tonight? Ian tryna go home" he shook his head as he started the car up
"You know Sherhonda ass don't care. As long as we ain't fucking with her stupid ass" he said and I rolled my eyes
Sherhonda and Kentrell dont get along .. at all. They always arguing and fighting, and most of the time it be about petty shit
"Nigga you need to stop calling yo' momma stupid" I said as we pulled out from the dark empty parking lot
"Fuck her, her stupid ass" he muttered and I started laughing
Kentrell ... Kentrell is Kentrell. He gone do what the fuck he wanna do, he don't listen to nobody cause he feel like he always right, he rude, disrespectful, and cold hearted. He just don't give a fuck bout nothing or nobody and their feelings.
