"let's f*ckin go. ian playing." solana snaps at notti.
he turns to look at her and lets solana push him back across the street. he puts the gun back in his shorts.
"f*ck you mad for?" notti asks.
"cus why the f*ck you threaten him wit a gun? in broad daylight? people could've seen that. the cops coulda seen that sh*t." solana replies.
"he called you out ya name. and called me a lil boy. he disrespected you and me, solana. you think i give a f*ck if people seen dat sh*t?" notti questions.
"you don't care bout getting arrested?"
"that's the last of my f*ckin worries!" notti yells. "dat nigg* disrespected you and you thought i was finna let him? ion give a f*ck, solana!"
"that sh*t happens all the time. these nigg*s be on drugs. they say anything to girls like me. pulling a gun out on him was unnecessary!" solana yells back.
"don't talk to me like ya my motha. you gettin mad at me for defending you and not mad at that nigg* for talkin to you like that?"
"oh my god," solana sighs, closing her eyes. "you don't jus whip ya gun out in broad daylight, ethan. that nigg* wasn't gon do sh*t but keep talkin. he did dat sh*t to get on ya nerves."
"when i pulled dat gun out, he shut up. didn't he?" notti replies. "be mad all you want, bro. you can go to the deli by yourself."
"are you serious?" solana mouth's fall open wide. "bro, f*ck you. ian goin to the deli no more. you can bring ya ass home. mad f*ckin weird."
solana turns around and begins walking back home. notti follows after her.
"talk to yourself, ethan. ion care," solana responds. "you weird as hell. yelling at me jus cus i care about ya life and ion want you gettin arrested cus you pulled out a gun."
"cus you not understanding me!" notti continues yelling.
"yeah, yell at yourself. cus ian got sit here and keep going back and forth witchu. must be outta ya f*ckin mind." solana mumbles loud enough for notti to hear.
they get to solana's apartment and solana walks inside. notti follows behind her and solana doesn't understand why. she told him to go home. if notti expects solana to allow him to argue with her, he's wrong. solana is jus gonna have to get him an uber and send his ass home.
"why you keep f*ckin playin wimme?" notti whispers, grabbing solana and slamming her against the door when they get inside. "i told you watch how you talk to me."
"and you think ima listen you?" solana laughs. "you dead yelled at me outside. and i wasn't even raising my voice at you. you want me to understand ya point but can't even understand mine."
"bro, you don't understand how it feels for me when i hear a nigg* speak bout you like dat," notti replies. "and calling me weird? then telling me to go home?"
"nigg* you told me to go to the deli by myself!" solana argues. "that's mad weird. ian do sh*t to you. all i did was care bout ya safety and you wanted to get mad. so yeah. ya weird."
"nigg* ion care bout getting f*cking arrested!"
"i f*cking care!" solana screams. she screamed so loud that her voice echoed throughout her apartment. "and the fact that you don't care is wild. you think i want sum to happen to you? what if that nigg* pulled out his own gun and shot you right there. then what?"
solana doesn't even want to think about it. new york is a dangerous place and death comes randomly. solana lost her dad and she can't imagine losing notti. that man made her uncomfortable and it was scary to think that he could've hurt notti. and the fact that notti doesn't care about anything happening to him makes solana angry.
"go home, notti," solana whispers. "you jus got me tight."
notti wraps his hand around solana's neck and begins walking to her room. he makes eye contact with the older girl, waiting for her to say something about wanting to let notti go of her neck, but she doesn't say anything.
"get on the f*cking bed."
"what?"
"if you don't want to, jus say no, and i'll leave. if you don't wanna say no, get on the bed. ian gon repeat myself for the third time." notti says.
solana gulps and lets notti push her back on the bed. solana tries getting up on her elbows but notti pushes her back and climbs on top of her.
"you gon let me make it up to you? gon let me prove that i'm sorry for yelling at you?" notti whispers against her lips.
AUTHOR'S NOTE still thinking bout my fairytale date so i gave ya another update π and not solana and notti arguin .. but yk they made up feel me ??? brace yourselves for these next few chaps ... sorry in advance pookies π£π«ΆπΌ .
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Introduction: My name is Cheryll Lueilwitz, I am a sparkling, clean, super, lucky, joyous, outstanding, lucky person who loves writing and wants to share my knowledge and understanding with you.
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