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Amongst the sun-kissed streets of Compton, JK strolls into Gatti's backstreet with one hand securing AK's leash while Quavo and Offset comfortably lean on the hood of their supercars to chat and smoke. The club had taken a small break from their nightly relays but at last, Gatti members walk back and forth with equipment to prepare for tonight's upcoming series of street races.

"Ay there he is." Quavo looks back.

"What's up JK?"

"Big Joe called me. Got a spare?"

Quavo presents a long, premade blunt for JK who crouches down to first unhook AK's leash. The moment he does, AK eagerly runs and leaps into the driver's seat of Offset's costly convertible.

"I think yo dog wanna get behind the wheel." Quavo's grills shimmer.

Offset looks back before getting into the passenger seat beside AK and slinging an arm around him. He then toggles the speaker to blast rap music while resting his other elbow over the door and bopping his head with a wide grin. AK continues to obliviously pant by his side, making Quavo laugh at the sight and JK crack a grin.

"Boi you better make sure that dawg of yours don't shit up my cars or imma whoop all y'all asses!"

Offset turns down the music once the three look back to watch Big Joe enter with a cane and two young women by his sides. Instead of his usual full suit, he instead wears a loose-fitted brown-to-khaki striped shirt with baggy pants, gold rings and some rather dated shiny shoes. Though of course, his eyes are still concealed with tinted shades and balding dome is crowned by a fedora.

JK squints and shields his mouth when lighting his blunt. "He won't shit, he's civilized."

"Pah! Civilized like a baboon. ANYWAY, you know the drill. I rounded y'all here 'cause y'all three are gonna be my top drivers tonight. Offset I gotchu down for 1 race, Quavo's doing 2 and JK, imma need you to do the other 7. All good? Great! Catch y'all tonight."

"Wait." JK steps forward. Big Joe stops and rotates with a dramatic roll of the eyes. "What boy, what?? I got shit to do!"

"Look, I don't mind flooring these street races but when am I gonna get another circuit race? You said you were working on securing me a gig."

"And I am. What you think, this formula 1 shit just comes easy when you from the streets?"

"I ain't saying that but you been looking for nearly a year. I wanna get back on the track... A real track."

"Wellll this shit would go a helluva lot smoother if y'all stupid ass kids didn't bring yo beef to a professional venue and HAVE A SHOOT UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GODDAMN TRACK." The eruption of Big Joe's sarcastically jolly tone has JK looking away with both frustration and guilt.

"Look, I already told you I'm doing my best but event planners on't like when rookies racers bring guns to their shit. You'll get your little circuit race, now be patient and let me work my magic goddamn."

The irritated expression on JK's face fails to fade when Big Joe enters the metal door leading to his office and slams it shut.

"Tch, man don't even sweat it. Everyone knows how much you wanna get back on the big track. Big Joe finna find you a gig in no time." Quavo smokes.

"Yeah..." JK raises his blunt to his lips between two fingers. Keen to change the subject, Offset keeps an arm around AK when nudging his chin. "Yo Q, so what went down with you and Saweetie? You dumped her yet?"

"Technically nah, but she got the message. She's done."

"Damn. What you do?" JK asks.

"Left her trifling ass with the bill."

"Dang really??" Offset snorts, causing smoke to escape his nose and mouth before slapping hands with his friend. "Ay I ain't mad at it. We didn't think you had it in you."

"Yeah man, I'm done with relationships. These hoes ain't loyal like they used to be. This Summer? I'm a free man like the rest of y'all."

"Ohhh so you're a free man huh?!"

Saweetie barges into the backstreet with the angriest scowl she could muster, her heels firmly puncturing the concrete and jaw clenched with scowled eyebrows. Offset's eyes widen before he hisses awkwardly and reclines his passenger seat all the way back.

Quavo doesn't back down however; casually exhaling smoke as Saweetie storms over and immediately aims a smack for his cheek that he dodges.

"You dumb ass broke ass n*gga! Who the hell do you think you are sneaking out on the bill like that?! You left me to wash the dishes! Dishes! ...ON OUR ANNIVERSARY! I broke a nail Q! Do you know how much this set costs?!"

"Derrr, yeah cause I paid for that shit! Who you think YOU are lying to my face all these months when you been hoe-ing yourself to other n*ggas?!"

Saweetie's lips instantly seal as she shifts awkwardly in her step, "W-who told you that?!"

"Whatever, you a whole cheater either way. And let's get one thing clear; I ain't broke. I'm just done showering yo ass in money and gifts. I should've known your true colors, I mean you done flopped from AD to Gatti and now to the next n*gga. You really fucked with my generosity Diamonté... I showed you love and you took it for granted, so fuck you and fuck yo nails. You can pay for that shit done yo damn self."

"I bet you think you're sooo clever—"

*Rrrrrrmmm.....*

The couple's arguing had drowned out the vrooms and beeps of a reversing truck entering the backstreet to repossess Saweetie's luxurious white Bentley. She immediately lets out a pitchy scream and pushes Quavo aside to run forwards in a panic, as if someone were kidnapping her child.

"AHHH! No no no what are they doing?! Stop!! That's my car!!!"

"Nah, that's my car. You think you're keeping that whip after how you did me?"

Her feet slowly come to a halt as she watches the distancing truck with teary eyes. It doesn't take Saweetie long to rotate towards Quavo with a disgusted screw before groaning and storming off.

"Ayo gimme my keys back while you at it!"

Saweetie doesn't stop nor turn around, but instead plucks the Bentley keys from her pocket and drags its sharp tip along the door of Quavo's Audi R8 before tossing the keychain over her shoulder and showcasing a bold middle finger. Offset widens his eyes from the fear of Big Joe's reaction while JK snickers and Quavo catches the keys one-handed, "Bitch."

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That following afternoon; Kyle, an employee of mine, is last to leave the store before I flip our 'closed' sign and begin sorting the cash register. It's Sunday, so the shop is closing early despite the bright afternoon sun.

Just then, a familiar face enters our store in a black racer-style bodysuit that perfectly outlines her curves; her fiery red wig matching those red bottoms, miniature handbag and long acrylic nails.

"Hey girl."

"Oh, hey Saweetie. I didn't expect to see you in town."

"Yeah this town ain't really my scene but I thought I'd come pay my homegirl a visit to, you know, chat..." She leans over my countertop and removes her shades with a scrunched smile. "Gossip."

"Oh...Kay." I answer unsurely. Her demeanor seems a little off but nevertheless, I continue counting while Saweetie watches and licks her teeth.

"So what did you wanna talk about?"

"Oh you know... Maybe how you broke girl code and snitched to Quavo about my side n*ggas."

The transition of her tone and unimpressed expression hits me like a rock. I slowly look up as Saweetie stares back at me with enclosed fists, not pleased in the slightest.

"What?"

"Shego don't try that cute shit with me. Quavo ain't known about my hustle for these entire 8 months yet the day I tell you he finds out? You got me fucked up."

"How could you even accuse me of that? What you were doing wasn't right and you shouldn't have been cheating on Quavo to begin with but I never—"

"So you admit you had a reason to tell him. Thanks, that's all I needed to know."

"You can't be serious. Saweetie, just because I didn't agree with what you were doing doesn't mean I told anybody! Why would I even care? It's none of my business and I didn't even judge you when you told me! Have you ever considered that maybe Quavo just figured it out on his own? I mean he's not the dumbest out of the guys. You can't seriously blame me for your slip-ups, just admit that you got sloppy playing with fire for so long and call it a day."

"I on't get sloppy, I get money. And one thing about me? I on't fuck with people who get between me and my money Shego."

"Then you have issues if you put money before any and everybody who cares for you. Especially your own boyfriend!"

"Oh please you acting as if you would've had this place without JK's money that you FUCKED him for! You ain't that different boo!"

Her echoed words cause my expression to wilt and tongue to sit speechlessly. Saweetie doesn't seem to feel any remorse judging by the way she stares into my eyes that line with tears...

"I worked for this Saweetie... Regardless of who I worked for, I still WORKED. I didn't lay on my back for a thing and I certainly didn't cheat on anyone for this store. I looked up to you like the big sister I never had but for you to discredit everything I have instead of taking accountability?! Grow up already!"

"Grow up?! Bitch I'm 8 years older than you!"

"Yet over here acting 8 years younger! You can own all the Birkins in the world but one day you'll look around and realize that you have no one! The effort you took driving up here to blame me for your mess could've been spent apologizing to Quavo or heck, applying for a sugar daddy site instead of dating people you know you're gonna backstab!"

"You know what, fuck y'all! Fuck Quavo, fuck Gatti, and fuck yo snitching ass. I'm outta here."

Saweetie's heels echo against the marble floor when she grabs her handbag and storms out. Tears threaten my waterline as I watch the door before scoffing and looking away from her exit completely. I don't hesitate to flip my phone and open my contacts, my thumb launching beeps with every button it presses until a tear hits the screen.

Contact: Saweetie. [BLOCKED]

How dare she storm in here and discredit my dream... It took me so long to disconnect this place from JK's money. To remind myself that I grinded for years with Paps before JK was even in the picture. She knew that...

I stare at the small screen whilst sniffing... Until my eyes land upon the name a few rows above. Without much thought, I scroll up and select the contact before holding my phone to my ear and letting it ring...

"Hello?"

"Hey Kim... Sorry for the random call. Um, are you doing anything?"

"Nothing really, just about to wash my hair. What's wrong?"

"...Mind if I join you?"

Judging by the way her breath scoffs, she's chuckling at me.

"Is that even a question? I'll send my address. Get your butt over here."

My lips curl lightly before I hang up and enter my office to retrieve my bag. Meanwhile, Saweetie sits in her old convertible outside within the parking lot, staring at the exterior of my customs store with a sullen frown. Her eyes peer over her shoulder towards the luxury-branded shopping bags that occupy the backseat though the sight doesn't return a smile to her face...

With stubbornness running through her veins, Saweetie hooks one hand around the wheel and starts her engine whilst wiping the tear that leaves her eye.

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My knuckles knock on one of many doors within the white, modern block of apartments occupying Santa Monica's edge; right in between Santa Clarita and Compton. After a few seconds of waiting, the door opens to reveal Kim standing there with no makeup and a welcoming smile.

"There you are. Come in."

I gratefully step inside while she closes the door behind us and leads me through her apartment, though my nose is instantly hit with an Earthy scent. Everything's... Biophilic. From the blank canvas of white walls and furniture to the natural light that nourishes the apartment's foliage. In a room connected to the living room lies a fresh mattress with plump, cloud-like sheets, a bookshelf of Sports magazines and a large frameless mirror that leans against the wall with vines drizzled over.

In light of sunset; Kim wears a satin camisole with matching cream shorts; her ginger ringlets slightly damp and falling down her back as she opens the window-panel leading to her balcony. The balcony isn't massive, but modern and cozy enough to host two woven chairs, a coffee table, a plant pot and shade granted from the balcony above.

"Take a seat. Sorry I'm not all dressed up. I'm one of those people who just chill in their pyjamas if they're not going out."

"That's fine. I love your home, it's so minimalistic and botanical."

"Thanks. I'm not originally a city girl so the plants remind me of home." Keeping her back turned, Kim retrieves a jug of water. "To be honest, getting caught up in superficial dramas gets draining. Nature really brings you back to Earth and gives you that wake-up call you needed, you know?"

I take a seat and hum in thought. The harsh citrus of golden hour causes me to squint a smile when Kim passes me a glass and sits cross-legged on the chair to my side. Her arms and bare feet intersect over her woven cushion as she watches the descending sun that enhances only her freckles and tints our skin to gold. We both gaze at the beach opposite for a moment with narrow lids...

"So what's up? Talk to me."

My shoulders sink from the sigh that I let out. "I guess it's not exactly first-world problems but my friend who I was at the mall with? We fell out real bad."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Sometimes fights between best friends can hurt as bad as a breakup."

"Right? I swear sometimes I just wanna... Give up."

"Give up?" Kim lowers her head.

"As in... I've come to realize that female friendships and I never work out. In fact any female friend I've ever made hasn't lasted. Maybe it's because I'm always around men, I don't know. I'm just cursed one way or another." My self-deprecating chuckle leads Kim to frown.

"I mean, you've been raised by your Dad, right? You're probably just not used to female friendships, or prolonged girly settings in general. Look, I know we haven't been friends for very long but I won't disappear, you can rely on me. Besides I'm not all that girly myself, I'm a rock climber for Pete's sake." She laughs.

I want to smile reassuringly at her words, though I can only raise my head and return Kim a guilty smile.

"But can you rely on me?"

"What do you mean?" She frowns.

"This probably doesn't come as a shocker but I can be a bit of a hopeless romantic. And because of that, I have a habit of tuning out everything for the person I like, as if I'm under some spell. I don't mean to of course, but I'm starting to realize that about myself. So while we could turn out to be good friends... You might get frustrated with that trait of mine and leave me."

Kim smiles and leans forward to place her hand over mine.

"I get it. Trust me. It's not like I haven't dealt with JK myself. Being so head over heels for someone that the rest of the world suddenly doesn't matter or exist... We've all been there at 20, regardless of how many times they fuck up."

"...If you don't mind me asking, why didn't you and JK work out?" I ask, fuelling Kim to sigh and lean back.

"Unfortunately the guy couldn't keep it in his pants... But I grew to understand why. I mean he lost his virginity as a kid to some grown-ass woman Big Joe fucked and then sent to his room. Telling him that this is how it's 'sposed to be' when you a man because he ain't tryna 'raise no pussy or fruit-loop." Kim airs quotation marks around Big Joe's accent. "Honestly it's pretty sick. Young boys grow up thinking that shit makes them men but in reality, it scars them and starts a lifelong addiction. Big Joe and that woman should've gone to jail but hey, that's 90's Compton for you."

I gawk back at Kim without words or movement. Just silence and a slightly slacked jaw. JK never mentioned any of that to me...

Kim notices my expression and shakes her head clear of thoughts. "Sorry, I take it he didn't tell you that. I guess JK's never been that open about his past, but at least now you know why he's so... Well, horny. And as for your little toxic trait, just be careful... You don't wanna find yourself pushing away everyone around you for one guy, only for the guy to not share that same dedication for you in the end. Trust me, it's the worst cycle..."

"I... Take it that's happened to you often?"

"Well I'm certainly not a hopeless romantic but anytime I messed around with a guy that I really liked, they'd disregard me after sleeping with me. I always felt so used... That's why I'm focusing my energy on girls. Women don't treat us the same way guys do. We're just more selfless and respectful."

"That's very true, if only guys could be more self aware. I'm sorry to hear that you kept going through that. You don't deserve that reaction."

Kim smiles halfheartedly whilst looking down at her fiddling fingers before quickly looking up again and blinking with a performative smile.

"It did, but hey, this isn't about me. You just had a fight and I'm here to cheer you up. Screw that ex-bestfriend of yours. You've got me now." She raises her glass. Her reassurance has me clinking my lemon water against hers with a smile.

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— THE NEXT DAY —

Back at Santa Clarita, my lunchtime pretty much consists of repairing a radiator hose alongside Kyle in our khaki jumpsuits and white latex gloves. With tinted goggles to protect our eyes, I slowly pour some Instant Cooling-system Stop Leak into the funnel that sticks out of the car's open hood.

"Well don't you look cute in your little jumpsuit." J enters the store in his usual loose street attire, only this time, he holds three paper bags. "Watchya doinggg?"

"Repairing a coolant leak. This should permanently fix any engine blocks, head gaskets, freeze plugs... That sort of thing. And... Done." I close the cap before removing the funnel as well as my gloves.

"Thanks Kyle, you can go. What you got there J?"

"I brought you, me and Paps some chicken wraps for lunch."

"Aww aren't you sweet. We can go eat in my office."

"Paps isn't joining us?"

"He's... Occupied in the warehouse."

"Occupied how?"

J's unleveled brows make me sigh and signal him towards the storage warehouse outback. After opening the door, we peer over the field on spotless vehicles while Paps maneuvers between them, his voice echoing through the space and laptop resting on a car's hood to face him.

"So as you can see, I'm currently in the warehouse of my daughter's Customs store for high-end vehicles. And you must be wondering, what is that gorgeous car he's leaning on? Well, this baby is a Porsche 911 GT3 RS! This is just one of our projects at Toshiko customs, so don't be shy to come on down! And if anybody asks where you learned your knowledge of mechanics, tell them to tune into the SuperPaps MySpace page! Let's take a look inside the hood, shall we?"

J lets his jaw fall to emit a scoff of both disbelief and amusement while I sigh at the way Dad excitedly rambles to the camera.

"See what you've done? Now he livestreams 4 times a week despite not knowing how to use the internet. I have to set up his laptop for him."

"Okay but at least he's streaming about something he loves and driving you business. Imagine if he was online grinding to sexy music shirtless or something."

"...You know, some sentences are too cursed to say out loud." My face twists with distaste. J laughs as I close the door and lead us to my office where we unload our fruitful lunch.

"Mmf, you gotta nice little office going on here Cuz. I'll try not to spill anything on this couch."

"I'd appreciate it. Thanks for the food." I lean on my desk and chew, "Oh. And I'm sorry for spending so much time in Compton last week. My Dad already lectured me so don't worry, it won't happen again."

"Nah it's cool, you had to visit that new man of yours. We'll always have more Cousin-days." J smirks, knowing he'd spark a flustered reaction out of me. I hide behind my chicken wrap with full cheeks and embarrassed laughter.

"Oh whatever. How was your road trip with Meek?"

"Well we got pulled over for speeding and ran over a squirrel... Actually it might've been a duck... Anyways, it was chill overall." J casually chomps his food, leaving me to prolong a concerned stare. He then leans forward in his seat with widely-spread legs, his elbows resting on his thighs as he chews in satisfaction.

"So tell me more about this JK guy. How come you never bring him around here?"

"I've tried. It's just hard to pry him away from Compton for more than 5 minutes. He's pretty attached to his gang lifestyle but I mean, that is his home."

"Wait wait wheel that back... Did you say gang?"

Judging by J's suddenly serious demeanor, I purse my lips awkwardly.

"Oops. Maybe I should've skipped that part..."

"So you're dating a guy... In a GANG?"

"In my defense, he hasn't been arrested or caught in any shootouts in quite a while." I raise my finger.

"Oh Shego..."

"What??"

"I don't know, just wished you'd mentioned this before I convinced you to get back with him." J massages circles into his brows, "Just... Tell me you're not involved in whatever this gang is."

"It's called Gatti and no, I'm not involved in whatever they get up to."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Good, I'm relieved to hear that. And don't think I'm tryna be a killjoy, trust me I hate getting all serious like this but you're my little cousin Shego, and that'll never change. I just don't want you being naive and getting roped into something you can't handle. I've heard about what these gangs get up to, they start trouble when you least expect it."

"I appreciate it J, really, but you don't have to worry. Other than my little romance with JK, I'm just here working on cars. I really haven't changed all that much."

Those words cause J to smile lightly with newfound comfort until my phone begins vibrating against my desk.

"...Does your phone say 'Chinese Takeout?'"

"It's JK. I changed his caller ID so my Dad wouldn't notice and get irritated. One sec. Hello?"

"She, you good?"

I beam wide and urn the other way slightly to better hear his voice through the wind crashing on his side. J watches with teasingly high brows whilst finishing his lunch.

"Hey! Yeah I'm good, how are you?"

"I'm chill. Just walking back from Gatti." JK's eyes travel down the green leash that's clipped onto AK's collar.

"Oh okay. So why'd you call?"

He sighs.

"When you gonna come back and ride me? I'm horny as fuck without you here, can't lie."

"JK! I— I can't respond to that, I'm with my cousin." I turn away with embarrassed whispers.

"Come on... Don't be acting like you don't miss working out with me 4-times-a-day."

"You're such a pervert. You'll see me when you see me." I secretly bite my lip and reward myself with a thumbs up.

JK almost responds but loses focus from the random thug that slowly walks past him with a stank glare. AK immediately notices this and grows at him.

"Fuck you looking at, mutt?"

"Yo you got a head start." JK states.

"Head start? Fuck you mean—"

"10... 9..."

"JK? What's going on?"

"I gotta go, AK boutta kill somebody. I'll see you tonight baby." *Beep.*

"Yo man wait..."

"8..."

The thug slowly peers down at AK's form that gears up with hungry growls. He slowly backs up before jogging away and then finally, sprinting.

"3 2 1."

JK casually lets go of AK's leash, allowing the canine to chase the thug with ferocious barks as he desperately sprints through the struggle of his sagged jeans. Meanwhile, I close my flip phone with a confused expression from the comfort of my office.

"Well that phone call sounded romantic. You leaving me again already?"

I scoff at J and touch my chest with pride. "What am I, his maid? I've learned to control myself J. Right now is you and me: cousin time. JK can wait."

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— THAT NIGHT —

After spending enough time at home in Santa Clarita, I slowly pull into JK's driveway. I'm only spending one night, it's not like I won't be back home in the morning...

The night sky illuminates my headlights when I park and approach JK's porch. Just my knock alone sends AK into a barking frenzy from indoors until familiar footsteps reach the door.

"Move back. Back." JK opens the door only partially, enough to grant my entrance and stop AK from escaping. The moment I enter, AK runs circles around me with his paws excitedly reaching my torso.

"Well hello AK," I laugh.

"Chill." JK pulls him back by his collar. Had this been a couple of weeks ago, I probably would've backed myself into a corner from fear alone but it's nice to know AK and I have established a bond.

JK takes this opportunity to curl an arm around my waist and mark my lips with a kiss. "You good?"

"I'm good. Did you miss me?"

"Course She." His brows furrowed and lips smirk as if the answer were obvious. I roll my eyes and swat his shoulder when he caresses my hips and licks his lips enough to deepen the hollows of his cheeks.

"At least let me take my jacket off. Did you end up doing any races tonight?"

"Yeah, loads. I'm exhausted as fuck."

"I can imagine. When's your next circuit race anyway?"

JK sighs when leaning against his kitchen counter to collect the rizzla and filled grinder beside him. "You tell me. I'm still waiting on Big Joe to hook me up."

"Hook you up? W-what do you mean?"

JK stops rolling his paper to glance up at me with low brows and a blank stare. "Hook me up. With a race."

"Right." I mentally facepalm. Come on Shego, he was obviously talking about racing. What else would he mean...

"I mean he lost his virginity as a kid to some grown-ass woman Big Joe was fucked and then sent to his room."

I chew on my lip in a nervous mental debate...

"JK, do you recall seeing a girl called Kim a few years back?"

"She, not gonna lie, I probably fucked like 20 different Kims."

My eyes roll.

"Red hair, green eyes, arm tattoos..."

JK narrows the strip of paper between his fingers and gives it a twiddle. "Ohh yeah, I remember Kim. Why?"

"...Were you two ever together? Like, was she just another hookup or something more?"

JK pauses to spare me a confused stir. Although it's a random question, he told her such an intimate part of his past... It's worth asking.

"I mean nah. You know I ain't never had a girlfriend. Kim and I were just..."

Judging by the awkwardness in his shrug, I nod slowly and finish his sentence;

"Exclusive."

"Tch, why we talking about other bitches anyway? Me and Kim ain't seen each other in years. I told you I'm focusing on you right now, that's it."

He walks towards me and uses his curled finger to elevate my chin and inch my lips closer.

I close my eyes and reciprocate his open kisses that get sloppier and louder as the seconds pass by. My arms bind around JK's flexing shoulders and fingers comb his long stringy hair, those little actions fuelling him to pick me up and wrap my legs around his waist.

Even after lowering me onto the kitchen counter, our makeout doesn't break. My legs gradually spread to cage his body against mine while his wet lips part and enclose along my neck to leave tender bites.

JK then simultaneously sucks on my ear, the vivid smacks playing loud as he slips his hand into my underwear and ignites me with a heated touch. I hold him closer and let out soft moans against his shoulder... Until he suddenly lifts me off of the counter and pushes my head down before tugging on his belt.

...I have to ask now.

"Wait." I look up, my hand catching the arm. He looks down at me with a confused glare that makes me gulp.

"JK why, um... Why have you never eaten me out?"

I can't tell if the question caught him by surprise, or offended him.

"It ain't personal to you but I don't do that shit."

"But why? You know I'm not unhygienic. Considering all the times I've been expected to go down on you, it would be nice to receive something back just once."

"I just told you it ain't personal to you. It's just different rules for men. The way I see it, I shouldn't have to go down on no female if I already fuck you good and spoil you. That shit just ruins the mood. If I'm putting in that work, least you can do is give me head without making a big deal."

My eyes blink and lips part with disbelief.

"Oh, I see. This is that toxic masculinity Big Joe installed in you ever since he sent that woman to your room as a kid. Getting head makes you the man but giving it—"

"What did you just say?"

I gawk at the floor with wide eyes in realization of what I just said while JK's glare pelts down on me like hailstones...

"I-I just said you, never mind."

"Nah what the FUCK did you say?" I squeal when JK pulls me up from the floor by my throat. Keeping me captured in his fist, he pulls me closer and sends a scorching glare.

"Who told you about that?"

I desperately try to conceal my fear when curling my fingers around his fist to release my neck, but it's no use. And so my lips hesitate as I muster an answer...

"K-Kim did."

He shakes his head and pokes his tongue against his cheek with a sarcastic grin, "And who said you two could talk my business?"

"N-Nobody but why couldn't you have told me yourself? You don't think that would've given me  context to the way you behave??"

"Shego I don't give a fuck about context, I don't tell that shit to anyone!"

"You told Kim!"

"Yeah and It's none of your fucking business who I tell!"

"It is when you refuse to reciprocate the things I do for you without reason!" My eyes tear up, "It's not like I could just randomly ask about it JK! You would've snapped at me either way! At least Kim—"

"Look, I don't talk about that shit because it's irrelevant as fuck. And bitches who poke their noses like this are annoying. Keep my name out your fucking mouths and stop making shit into a big deal. Matter of fact, get out and go kiss the bitch for all I care." My body tumbles back when he releases my throat.

"...Are you serious?"

"I'm serious. You pissed me off for what? Some head you were never gonna get?"

"JK I just drove all the way up here to see you and now you're kicking me out?! Look I'm sorry that we brought up your past and I'm sorry for sounding so entitled. You're right, it's none of my business but you don't have to be so—!"

"I don't give a fuck, if you step up in here acting like a nosey bitch then that's what you get treated as."

My jaw falls and eyebrows entangle with doubt. The way he stares at me so tensely sends icy chills. I immediately feel tears swell in my eyes before poking his chest angrily.

"You know what your problem is JK? You're so forgetful of the things people put up with for you!" He rolls his eyes and swats my arm away every time I point. "I just apologized yet you're still pushing me away like I'm some random hoe from Gatti!"

"I'm not listening to this shit." JK pushes me with one hand, though his effortless strength sends me against the wall with a hard thud. A tempestuous wave of anger rushes through me and before I know it, I'm running up on JK to hit him back with wet eyes. "You dick!"

JK turns around and restrains my fists from attacking him more. The lack of control has me exclaiming groans of frustration as I manage to slip a hand out and smack his face. Before I know it, JK's hold on my wrists gets tighter and more forceful until he's using my restricted arms to pin me down.

"Let me go!"

"Calm the fuck down then! Hitting me like some fucking psycho."

"The only psycho here is you!" I practically wail beneath him. "You love to play with my feelings JK! Claiming to like me one minute and then the next you're casually dismissing me as if we've been through nothing! I swear every time I trust you you say or do something that makes me feel like a piece of used tissue!"

Without a word of response, JK roughly lets go of me and walks away with a what seems like little care... Leaving me in the hallway where my sobs and tears stain the floor below.