Stoned Symone

VI

"Babe," the voice on the other end of the line said. Kentrell looked at his phone, zoning out on the conversation. He raised an eyebrow as he skimmed through the website discussing Audre Lorde. New York City, Kentrell thought to himself. Nice.

"Babe!" Royal yelled on the phone, causing Kentrell to focus on the conversation. "Yeah?"

"Did you hear me?" Kentrell hesitated for a second, realizing he zoned out midway through the conversation. "Yeah," he replied, closing Safari and opening the FaceTime screen. Anyone could tell Royal looked frustrated, glaring at the screen.

"Then what did I just say?" Kentrell groaned as he glanced away from the phone, knowing she was going to ask that. "You were talking about how much you love me," Kentrell said as he smirked into the camera. Royal rolled her eyes into the camera. "That's not even close to what I said."

"What did you say, then?"

"Oh, so you weren't listening. I thought you said you heard me."

"Royal," Kentrell stated, hardly looking into the camera. "Don't start. I'm looking shit up right now, and it's hard to focus on two things at once." Royal sighed, mostly in frustration, as she paused her screen. Kentrell heard Royal mumbling, causing him to hum. Royal quickly dismissed it, claiming she said nothing.

"Nah, Royal. What's up?" Kentrell knew he was opening a can of worms, but he knew something was up. "It's nothing, Trell, damn. Focus on your research," Royal said, emphasizing research. Getting frustrated, Kentrell focused on the conversation and kept telling Royal to put her face in the camera.

Once Royal unpaused her screen, Kentrell asked her once more what was wrong. "Does it matter? You're so focused on everything but me anyways, especially that bitch." Kentrell bit his tongue as he held back a chuckle, finally understanding why she was upset. "Ah, that's what it is," he stated.

Royal sat in silence, eyeing Kentrell through the phone. "What bitch are you even talking about? You're always claiming I'm talking to some girl." Royal's eyebrows furrowed, mumbling to herself to remember her name. "Syria? Cereal? Whatever the fuck her name is," Royal responded, causing Kentrell to put his tongue in his cheek.

"Sirrah?" Kentrell questioned, causing Royal to immediately agree. "I told her to stay away from you, and she keeps talking about some 'I don't want him. He keeps talking to me. Rah rah rah,' like bitch, no one wants to talk to your poor ass–"

"Aye, cut that shit short," Kentrell interrupted. "Talking about someone's green is wack, dead ass."

"If she didn't want anyone talking about her, she should've put better clothes on. She had them busted-ass Timbs on. I'm surprised they didn't piss you off to look at," Royal said, causing Kentrell to calm himself down.

"Ro, you good," Kentrell mumbled, signaling her to stop. "All I know is she better stay the fuck away from you too–"

"And if she doesn't? Look, you bugging me right now with this shit. I'm drid with this, alright? Chill the fuck out, and leave her the fuck alone. She not doing shit to you," Kentrell said, rubbing his temples to try and calm down.

"She's messing with you after I told her not to, and I don't like disrespect."

"You've been disrespecting her since day one!" Kentrell yelled, causing him to take a deep breath. "At the pep rally, you didn't even know her, and you started trippin'. She ain't even messing with me, so cut that short."

"You're gonna get that broke bitch hurt tryna be funny."

"Why's that the first thing bird bitches wanna say?" "Bird?!" Royal interrupted, scoffing as he continued. "'Don't get that girl hurt.' Like, why you gotta hurt her?"