Kyaire Omari Davis
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"Don't act like that Kyaire."
I blankly stared at her, and just sat back on the couch. I ain't got shit to say to her.
"You have no respect and that's a damn shame."
"You done?" I nonchalantly looked at her.
"Kyaire you better—"
She was cut off by the doorbell ringing, I stood up walking out the living room, and went to get the door. I looked out the window to see Azura and Ro.
I opened the door and let them in.
"Nigga who the fuck pissed in yo cheerios and called it milk?" Ro looked at me.
"Fuck up." I mugged him.
"Don't be mad nigga, who car is that outside?"
"I don't know." I shrugged.
"What's wrong with you? We interrupting something?" Azura looked at me.
Her and this damn attitude can go.
"No—"
"Who was at the door?"
"Don't worry about it, this is my house." I looked at her.
"A'ight, I'ma fuck wit' ya'." Ro looked at me and nodded going to the living room.
"Hello Rodell." She looked at him.
"Hello Ms. Davis." He called out.
"Hello, I'm Kyaire's mother and you are?" She looked at Azura.
Go to hell.
"Azura."
"You're his girlfriend?" She looked her up and down.
"She is, so stop looking at her like that." I looked at her.
"How old are you? You look too young."
"I'm 19."
"He's 21."
"Its time for you to go, we can do this another time." I said not really caring if we did or not.
"You're kicking me out?" She asked and looked hurt.
"I'll talk to you later." I sighed.
She nodded, grabbing her things and hugged me. I didn't hug back and she left.
"You good bro?" Ro asked coming out the kitchen.
"Nigga stop eating my fruit snacks, I'm good." I mugged him, pushing past him.
I heard Azura come in and I felt her staring at me.
"Fuck you want?" I looked at her, grabbing some cereal.
"You okay?" She looked at me, "What she want?"
"Don't even matter," I shrugged, pouring the cereal in a bowl, "I'a see her when I see her."
"Kyaire." She sighed, "Don't hold your emotions in."
"Azura I don't wanna talk about it now."
"Ok, we'll talk later then." She shrugged, leaving out.
I shook my head, I ain't talking about shit. I poured the milk in my bowl, and put it back. I walked out the kitchen and seen her and Ro in the living room, so I just walked upstairs to my room.
I really didn't feel like being bothered today.
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"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I heard Saint yell.
