Trap Queen

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I woke to the vibration of a phone. When I opened my eyes, Skull was typing on his phone. His light was off and it was dark outside so he didnt know I was up. I tried going back to sleep but the vibration went off again. Once he put his lock in I grabbed his phone. He tried to catch me but I rolled from under the covers onto the floor then got up and took off to his bathroom.

"Why you playing?" He asked from the other side of the door. I ignored him as I opened his recent messages.

London: so ig that's yo b***h?

Me: why you worried? You ain't.

London: You right! But you still ate this p***y earlier! Tf ?

Me: okay?

London: You aint gon be saying "okay?" When i prove lil Tyrone is yours.

Me: You are something terrible, you know that baby aint mines!

London: i aint hearing it!

London: Is that yo b***h?

Me: No damn!!!

London: Yeah, thought so!

Was I mad? Kinda but not really because he is not my nigga! But I more mad that he ate her p***y after making me his trap queen. I walked out and handed him his phone.

"You straight?" He asked as if I was supposed to flip.

"Yeah why wouldn't I be? I ain't yo b***h" I said then went back into his room and fell asleep making sure not to snuggle up to him.

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I woke up to the smell of bacon filling the air. I threw the covers off of me then followed the scent to the kitchen Where Skull was there basically naked, in nothing but boxers and socks cooking.

"Goodmorning!" I screamed over the loud ass music that was playing. He turned around startled but smiled when he seen it was me.

"C'mere" he said waving me towards him and I did as told. Once I got to him he pulled me into a hug. When he let me go he turned down the music thst was now playing All I Ever Wanted by Montana of 300.

"You hungry?" He asked.

"When aint I?" I stated taking a seat behind him and he chuckled.

After another 30 minutes of just talking, he was finally finished cooking. I was pissed it took so long because all we had was a sandwich which consisted of eggs, Bacon, melted cheese on top of a fried hot smoke that was cut in half in order to fit it in a sandich. It was topped with Mayo, lettuce, and mustard. He cut mines if half for me and sat it in front of me. My mouth instantly watered. He chuckled.

"You still my Trap Queen right because you seen too much?" He asked. I stared at him blankly as I chewed my food. I finally finished then swallowed it then took another bite "Stop playing" he said getting mad.

"I told you I wasn't mad" I finally said after swallowing my bite and took another one. This sandwich was doing numbers and he was trying to talk.

"Well hurry up so we can go to the trap, I hate leaving that s**t unattended for so long" he said. This nigga act like he the fiend.

After I was finally done eating, I went up to take a shower then got dressed. I simply had on a pair of ripped skinny jeans a black and white Marilyn Monroe shirt and black and white 9's while my hair was in a bun.

"Ready?" He asked as he stepped into his room from the bathroom that was adjacent to his room, wearing some tan cargos and black shirt with the black and white 9's. It wasn't planned out but it was cute.

"Yeah biter" I said grabbing my phone off my bed.

"Go 'head" he said. I know he just wanted to look at my ass but I went anyway because I know my s**t fat.

We got in the car but before he started you his car, he pulled out a cigar from the compartment that held CD cases, then pulled out some Mary Jane from his pocket. "Wanna Roll it?" He asked me.

"I don't know how" I admitted. He chuckled and shook his head.

"What's funny?" I asked getting a little agitated that he found anything humorous.

"Nothing" he said then let out some more chuckles "wanna learn how?" He asked. I wanted to say Yeah but I was mad at the time.

He didn't say anything else he just started and I watched. He broke down the weed and put the rest back into his pocket then opened the cigar then emptied the tobacco guts. I watched and took note how he put the weed onto the blunt then watched as he pearled it. "Pretty ain't it?" He asked allowing both of us to examine it.

"Yeah it's aight" I stated falsely, that s**t was perfect. He just laughed and started up the car. He lit the blunt and pulled out as the music started.

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Boring ? I know my bad but it had to be done so suck it up ..