“Yo, Treasure. I know you heard—”
He was cut short by her snatching her arm away from his grasp.
“Don’t touch me,” she said as she balled up her face spitefully.
“f**k you mean, don’t touch you?” he scowled, talking through his big ass chapped lips and showcasing his chipped front tooth.
“Who the hell you think you are, witcho fake boujee ass?”
“Oh, now I’m boujee ‘cause I don’t wanna talk to yo’ old ugly ass?”
This brought laughter from every direction which caused Chauncey’s head to take in the full scope of his surroundings. He and Treasure had stolen damn near everyone at the block party’s attention. A lot of eyes were on them.
“Nigga, get off of my d**k! I tried to be nice about it, but apparently, you do not comprehend it, so allow me to break it down for yo’ dumb ass,” she sa
