“I just asked a question. Kennedy ain’t the type to lie, so she’ll set the record straight. I get it if she doesn’t want to hurt that nigga’s feelings, though.”
“I’m trying not to hurt yours,” she stated, crossing her arms. “The only reason you think you’re on the same level as Relic is because you have gray eyes, but his features can trump yours easily. His body is better, too, since you got a little dad bod coming in, and so is his style.”
“Hold up! I’ll take the style jab, because Relic dresses like he’s going to fashion week, but you can’t say I ain’t up there, face wise. I ain’t got no damn dad bod either! Fuck is you talking ‘bout?”
Los rubbed his stomach, feeling the pudge coming in, but pretended he didn’t as his folks heckled at his expense like it was the funniest shit they’d heard. Kennedy smiled before adding insults to injury.
“Oh, and his name comes up most in the group chat when it comes to the bedroom, so regardless of how many of hishoesy’all fucked, they’re curious about if he’s better. P, I asked Lexi if she would fuck Relic once, and she went radio silent on a bitch. We all know that means, yes.”
“Hell, nah!”
His eyes went wide at Kennedy throwing that tidbit in, being messy like he’d do. She crooked a grin and lifted her hand in the air.
“Right hand high, I can’t tell a lie. You want me to hit up the chat to have them put y’all in order? Let’s put it to bed like your brother said.”
“Do it,” Shabu egged with a bob of his head. “Whoop is messaging me, so she’s up. Make it fast, ‘cause I told her I gotta power down my phone. I need time to curse her ass out if I ain’t at the top of her list.”
“Who do you think she’d put before you?”
He hunched a shoulder, but she caught the haste flick of his eyes toward his brother, telling her all she needed to know. Shabu swigged his drink as her head shook.
“On second thought, I rather not. I know how you get about her, and Los acts like he’s still married to Nu. Titan ain’t even here, but y’all gossip more than us, so he’ll find out if—Shabu!”
She gawked when he snatched her phone and hopped up off the couch before she could register what he’d done. As soon as she stood, Pierre and Los darted in front of her, blocking her path to Shabu while he texted the group chat on her behalf since she’d chickened out.
“Shabu, if you don’t give my damn phone back! Y’all are petty as hell. Relic, get them!” she fussed, wasting her energy, trying to break through the two sturdy bodies in her way.
Relic stared with an amused curl of his lips, knowing his folks picking with Kennedy meant they were accepting her to an extent. That was a good thing until it wasn’t.
“Nope. Get a taste of my world, Kennedy. Now, you know that Shabu acts like Pierre when he’s off that lean. I bet you won’t entertain these childish ass niggas the next time. You were better off ignoring them like you’d usually do.”
“Like your ass,” Los chimed in, and Relic shot him a dull look.
“Exactly.”
“Aye, we got action!” Shabu called out before holding the phone to his face with a squint. Seconds passed before he simpered. “Aight, I’m straight. I thought I was about to slam Whoop on her fucking head for a minute.”
“She got me at two?” Relic wondered aloud, spitting out a laugh after his brother’s head shot up swiftly as hell. “I’m just asking, nigga! Don’t act like you ain’t think she’d put me before you.”
“I did, but I forgot you wasn’t the brother she thought was cute. Titan is at two.”
“Fuck out of here! That muthafucka looks like me! He just got them skimp ass locs and those ugly ass tattoos.”
“Aye, the hoes love tattoos,” Pierre replied, garnering a chuckle from Kennedy. Shabu snorted a laugh.
“Well, your baby mother must not like them because she got Relic at number one, Los two, and you’re at three. Guess Kennedy ain’t lie ‘bout Lexi wanting to give my bro the goods.”
“That bald head, silicone titties having ass hussy. See, that’s why I kicked her poor ass to the curb. Bird would’ve never put me at three if she was in the chat.”
“You ain’t tell us yours yet, Kennedy,” Los pressured, causing her face to screw up.
“Don’t worry about mine. Shabu, what number does Nu have Los at?”
Shabu brushed his finger across the screen before his brow shot up, and he scrubbed the back of his neck. A low sigh expelled from him as he dipped a hand in his pocket to retrieve his phone. It flashed with a call, and he flinched like it’d bit him.
“Yea, you were right, Kenn Dog. We should’ve never done this dumb shit. We fucked up.”
“I didn’t do it! What happened?” She rushed over and grabbed her phone from him before reading the messages. Her eyes floated to Los as she strained a smile. “So, on the plus side, Nu did put you at number one. On the negative side, Shabu is two, and Savvy is not feeling it.”
