You Know I Love You, Wright?, chapter 5
"Tre, Tre? What the fuck?" Derrick asked him. Tre snapped out of his chance.
"Where is she?" he asked, looking up at Derrick's brown eyes, "I really need to talk to her.
"Probably at the pool down the street," he shrugged.
"Okay, bye y'all!" Tre said, moving to get up, but Lisea told him to sit his ass down.
"You're not going to insult her are you? I mean, you already crushed the poor girl, just don't finish the job." She spat angrily. Tre rolled his eyes.
"Fuck off." He moaned before dashing out the door.
Meanwhile
"Mark! Stop it!" Ramona giggled, just beginning to recover from her dad's verbal abuse, "This is a public place!"
"I know, I'm not doing anything-"
"Except trying to cop a field underwater?" she teased, putting a hand on her hip. She smirked.
"I'll race you to the other side of the pool." She finished.
"You're on." Mark smirked. They both got into their positions and sped off.
"I win!" Mark shouted, smirking at the blushing Ramona.
"Shaddup long legs." She pouted. Mark smirked until he saw a man that looked an awful lot like her father. Ramona frowned.
"What? What are you looking at?" she asked, looking towards the direction he was looking at. She glared.
"Come here." She mumbled, slowly getting out of the pool and dragging hi with her. They stood behind a pool shower, watching the frantic man.
"Talk to him-"
"No damn it!" Ramona shouted, catching him off guard. She had made a mistake because her father had heard her. Tre followed her voice and found her behind a pool shower.
"Hey! What are you doing here?" he asked, trying to forget his harsh words. Ramona rolled her eyes.
"Fuck off-"
"I'm your father! Don't talk like that to me!" Tre shouted.
"Then start acting like it! I mean, seriously, I haven't seen you and three years, and your first words are I don't want you fucking. Dad, I'm thirteen! Do you think I'm really that stupid?" she seethed, "Look, I think you should go back home, because I certainly don't know what you're doing here." She mumbled, pushing past him, she grabbed Mark's arm and left the pool area.
"I'm so sorry," Ramona said, finally breaking down. Mark shook his head ad wrapped his arms around her.
"Don't be babe, don't be."
"Where is she?" he asked, looking up at Derrick's brown eyes, "I really need to talk to her.
"Probably at the pool down the street," he shrugged.
"Okay, bye y'all!" Tre said, moving to get up, but Lisea told him to sit his ass down.
"You're not going to insult her are you? I mean, you already crushed the poor girl, just don't finish the job." She spat angrily. Tre rolled his eyes.
"Fuck off." He moaned before dashing out the door.
Meanwhile
"Mark! Stop it!" Ramona giggled, just beginning to recover from her dad's verbal abuse, "This is a public place!"
"I know, I'm not doing anything-"
"Except trying to cop a field underwater?" she teased, putting a hand on her hip. She smirked.
"I'll race you to the other side of the pool." She finished.
"You're on." Mark smirked. They both got into their positions and sped off.
"I win!" Mark shouted, smirking at the blushing Ramona.
"Shaddup long legs." She pouted. Mark smirked until he saw a man that looked an awful lot like her father. Ramona frowned.
"What? What are you looking at?" she asked, looking towards the direction he was looking at. She glared.
"Come here." She mumbled, slowly getting out of the pool and dragging hi with her. They stood behind a pool shower, watching the frantic man.
"Talk to him-"
"No damn it!" Ramona shouted, catching him off guard. She had made a mistake because her father had heard her. Tre followed her voice and found her behind a pool shower.
"Hey! What are you doing here?" he asked, trying to forget his harsh words. Ramona rolled her eyes.
"Fuck off-"
"I'm your father! Don't talk like that to me!" Tre shouted.
"Then start acting like it! I mean, seriously, I haven't seen you and three years, and your first words are I don't want you fucking. Dad, I'm thirteen! Do you think I'm really that stupid?" she seethed, "Look, I think you should go back home, because I certainly don't know what you're doing here." She mumbled, pushing past him, she grabbed Mark's arm and left the pool area.
"I'm so sorry," Ramona said, finally breaking down. Mark shook his head ad wrapped his arms around her.
"Don't be babe, don't be."
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