I sat on Devin's couch with my foot propped up in the same fashion as I would at home.

My parents had left back to go see Austin and check on Ari this afternoon and I was alone again so he came and got me to come sit around at his crib till I felt like leaving.

All my niggas from the team were also over here so we were all chilling. I was slightly irritated because Mya was here.

She kept stealing glances at me and I was fighting not to say something to her.

I knew exactly why she was doing it and I didn't want Tyrone to get any ideas. I wouldn't hesitate to smack that nigga; crutches or not.

His bitch wanted me and he knew it.

"I don't fuck with virgins, nah." Tj said making us all laugh. "Especially them old ones. You telling me in yo twenty five years of living you ain't had no dick? Bitch hole tighter than Mr.Brown button downs, trying to deflate my penis and shit." We're were all in stitches at this point.

"Ain't shit wrong with no virgin nigga." I corrected. "You be fucking bitches, pussy looser than Whoopie Goldberg dreads and shit, wondering why you always got blue balls." Everybody fell out and Tj mugged me.

"Fuck you nigga." I laughed and put my hands up.

"Cam you ain't fucking nothing but yo hands right about now. Nigga tryna nut with back pains and shit." Marcus shot.

I started laughing. "Yo bitch, texting me right now.." I said tossing him my phone.

His face dropped. "What the fuck?"

"She wanted me to Beat Beat Beat It!" We all yelled before dapping each other up.

"This nigga salty as hell!" Devin shouted.

Marcus tossed me my phone and sat next to me beginning to text someone on his own. "You restless?"

I nodded. "Kinda. I'm good though. Y'all keeping me from losing my mind."

Marcus chuckled. "You need a female. Not a hoe my nigga. Ain't nobody holding you down." I nodded.

"Man, after Nel, I ain't in no rush forreal. If it happen; it happens."

He nodded. "I feel it."

-

I made my way to Devins kitchen and opened his refrigerator, grabbing a water from one of the side compartments. Being momentarily handicapped makes me tired from constantly lifting my own weight.

I closed the door and turned around to a smiling Mya. "Yo, back the fuck up." I mumbled.

"Hey, Cam."

I sent her a head nod as I opened my water and took a sip. "Why are you in my face?"

She shrugged. "You know... to be injured, you look so damn good." She reached out to touch my arms and I quickly swatted her hand away.

"How would yo nigga feel if he knew you was doing all this?"

Tyrone would be livid. He came at me sideways last year and got fucked up when he found out I fucked her. Ain't like I was trying to take his bitch though; I mean the thot never went nowhere.

She shrugged. "You know you don't care just like you didn't that night. I just wanna feel you again; is that so bad?"

I shook my head. "Bitch I was drunk as fuck. I would have never touched you if I wasn't."

She kissed her teeth. "Cam you're not a heavy drinker. You knew what was happening."

"My girlfriend had just dumped me! I was wasted as fuck. Fuck am I explaining shit to you for? You just a jump." I said making my way past her.

"Fuck you Cam!" She shouted.

I chuckled at the comment. "I did already. That's why you on my dick so heavy." I said before walking out.

Kyra

I slid my dress over my body as Trey sat on his bed watching me intently. He was so quiet and I was trying to be quick so he would snap out of it.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think I was a damn movie. Why are you staring at me like that?" I questioned, releasing a small cackle.

He looked up, our eyes meeting and he shrugged. "Can I ask you something Ky?"

I nodded putting on my earrings and necklace from his bathroom mirror.

"Why won't you give me a chance?"

I looked at him and he stared right back, to make sure I knew he was serious. I made my way back into the room and started to put on my shoes.

"Why do you always do this?" I mumbled.

He chuckled. "You treat me like I'm a hoe or something and I'm a nigga Ky!"

I chuckled. He looked like a sad ass puppy. "Do I now?"

He kissed his teeth. "Answer my question." He mumbled. "Why won't you give me a chance?"

I sighed. "I don't want to Trey! You're my fucking best friend! We see each other what? Every three months?"

"But you can fuck me every three months?!"

"We've been having sex since highschool! Why the fuck are you in your feelings now?!"

"Fuck you mean? We had sex last night and now you're acting like it ain't mean shit to you!"

I kissed my teeth. "It's sex Trey! Why can't you ever just leave it at that? Why do you always catch feelings after? Shit." I said frustration seeping from my tone.

"Because I love you! Fuck.."

I looked at him a dropped my hair brush on the floor. "What? Since when?"

He signed running his hands over his waves. "Since like two years ago."

I sat on the his carpeted floor and ran my hands through my wavy hair.

Two years? Why is he just now telling me this? We could've have been talked about this but I had never and will never have feelings for Trey. I've known him too long.

The only reason we have sex in the first place is because when I was seventeen, I had wanted to jump the hurdle and lose my virginity.

It was something I wanted, but only with someone I trusted; I trusted Trey.

We'd been engaging in intercourse for four years, I knew his body like the back of my hand.

I could make Trey cum in five minutes if I wanted. I knew how to make him feel good and his head game always had me in bliss. That tongue was magical.

"I should go." I lifted myself to my feet and zipped my suitcase shut. I lifted it up right and he hopped off the bed, pushing me against the wall.

"Nothing." He mumbled. "You don't feel anything. Four years and I don't mean shit to you.."

I shook my head no. "I love you Trey, I swear I do, but I'm not in love with you. I'm sorry."

He pounded his hand against the wall behind me and I jumped. He sighed.

"I can't believe this." He mumbled.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered.

He backed away and sat back on his bed. I crouched down I front of him and pulled his hands from his face.

"You are amazing, and funny and sexy and any girl in her right mind would be lucky to call you hers..." I said caressing his cheek.

"It's just not me. I'm nothing special anyway. I'm just your best friend from fifth grade who used to wear braces and eat hot sauce and ranch on potato chips at the same time." He laughed and I pulled him into a hug.

"You still do that nasty ass shit?" I laughed loud and nodded.

"I will never stop doing that until I get diabetes or like blood clots and shit."

He smiled. "Yo little ass is crazy."

I shrugged and knocked him off the bed.

"Run." I ran out the room laughing.

My best friend is back ...

-

As I was opening my door, Freckles stepped off the elevator.

I decided that I wasn't staying with Trey. That wasn't going to be functional for me, knowing he's caught feelings for me out of nowhere.

He walked past me throwing me a head nod. "Cam?"

He hopped in a circle and waited for me to speak again. He had got a hair cut and his once curly hair was now laid.

"Does the offer still stand?"

He stared at me for awhile and I sighed. I guess I'd be sleeping on the floor. Freckles is mean as hell, I don't know what made me think he'd take me back in.

"Never mind." I said picking up my bag.

"Nah, come on Ky." I smiled at the fact that he called me by my nickname. I don't think he realized he had though. At the moment, it didn't matter.

I closed my door and walked with him down to his apartment. He handed me his house keys and I unlocked the door opening it for him.

"My parents are still here, so you can sleep in my room. I'll crash on the couch."

"No. It's your house freckles." He chuckled. "You not gone quit calling me that are you?"

I shook my head no. "I think it's time you accepted it."

He smiled, a genuine one that caused me to mirror his actions. He was so cute when he wanted to be.

"Nah, but forreal. I'm good on the couch." He mumbled. "You hungry? My mom cooked yesterday."

I nodded and sat at the counter. "I feel like I'm your kid or something"

He gave me a stale face. "Shut up."

He mumbled. "How old are you anyway?"

"Twenty-one."

His eyes bulged out. "Swear?"

I smiled and nodded. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-two. You ain't googled me yet?" He asked placing a plate in front of me and himself.

"I'm not a stalker." He chuckled. "Whatever."

I started eating and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I savored the taste. "I officially love your mother."

He chuckled. "It's good huh?"

I nodded. "Best soul food I've ever had, hands down."

After we finished I put our plates in the dishwasher that was identical to mine.

"Don't touch shit in my room. Goodnight." He said getting up from his seat.

I raised an eyebrow. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to sleep. I'll be good. My couch is comfortable."

I shook my head and pushed him towards his room. "Don't make me fall Kyra, I ain't playing with you." I kissed my teeth.

He opened the door I looked around the room that I had saw him come out of the past two days. I hadn't saw the inside and I was in awe of how clean it was.

For a man, Cameron was a neat freak.

"It's so pretty and clean." I cooed.

He gave me a look. "You such a female." He muttered.

Still an asshole I see...

"Your such a debby downer!" She whined.

What in the hell is a Debby downer?

I shrugged. "Whatever.." I said slipping out of my shirt and changing into some black basketball shorts.

I turned around and she was staring at me her lip embedded between her teeth.

"What now?"

She shook her head. "Nothing, you're just really sexy to be crippled..."

Blunt much?

I looked at her and furrowed my eyesbrows. She dropped our eye contact and starting playing on her phone.

"You need something to sleep in?" I offered, switching the subject.

She nodded. "Just bottoms." I walked over to my dresser and threw her a pair of boxers.

She got up from my bed and walked in the bathroom. She came out a few minutes later in my clothes with her hair flowing down her shoulders.

"You mixed?" I had been curious because of those eyes.

She nodded. "I'm half Dominican, but I don't speak Spanish so don't ask me to."

"I wasn't going to." She rolled her eyes.

"Can you take me somewhere tomorrow morning?" It was the least she could do for me.

"Where?"

"I have a doctors appointment."

She nodded. "Sure."

Her phone rang and I grabbed it off the chair and handed it to her.

"Yeah?" She answered instantly becoming irritated.

"No.. You bought me this damn apartment and didnt bother to put furniture in it!" She was trying not to raise her voice but she was failing.

Who bought her that apartment? A sugar daddy?

"I don't." She mumbled.

"No, I fucking don't! I don't have a damn bed dad!"

Oh, it was her father...

She looked up at me and I was frozen. I had never been afraid to move in my own house. I'd also never seen Kyra generally upset like she was right now.

"I gotta go." She said before ending the call. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. "Sorry.."

I wave her off an slipped under the covers.

I moved as far away from her as I could get and closed my eyes for the night as she made herself into a ball.