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AALIYAH

I twist the door knob to the right, let myself in without his consent, and slam the door. I look to see his surprised stare like he doesn't do worst. But I understand him, for someone who's in constant clash with you, it's weird seeing them in your space.

“Aaliyah, I don't want no troubles. Why are you here?” His cold voice speaks up.

I don't respond, rather I size him thoroughly. He's bare-chested and in a skimpy bath towel, revealing his hairy thighs.

His eyes walk all over me, trying to get what this drama is all about.

Still keeping mute, I stroll to his bathroom area and turn to wink at him.

"Aaliyah, you can't just come over and act like everything is okay. You're clearly too sensitive of late and I rather we keep off each others lane.”

"Am I? I thought we’re cool as shit.” I pout.

"Moon, what's with you? You called me all sorts of names earlier in the general chamber, you did not just disrespect me but my title and you shut me up in the dining area. I can go on a