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Part 4

"E!" Ken mugged. Shawn was next to get popped, his fingers not even making it to the stew pot.

"Ah-sh," he hissed sucking his hurt fingers before shaking his hand out. "You hit me harder, that's sexist," he complained.

"I hit y'all the same you just a bitch," Erik fired back causing Shawn to raise his hands in a loose fight pose. Erik dropped the wooden spoon in the pot and raised his own hands, slapping the air as Shawn looked for his in, swinging his open palms in what became a slap boxing match where neither of them were really tryna hit each other.

"Y'all foolish," Ken snorted picking up the wooden spoon to scoop some of the stew and taste it. It was good enough for her to try and eat the whole pot alone. She tried to get another dip, but almost dropped the spoon when her name was yelled.

"KEN," Erik yelled. She looked up with wide eyes knowing she'd been caught. "That's unhygienic you eating out the serving spoon. Put that in the sink- BITCH," he grinned smacking Shawn on the side of the head as retribution for the loud slap on the back of the neck he just took. He backed up when Shawn swatted back at him.

"What y'all in here doing." Travis wandered in dragging his feet as he watched the two guys swat air and run from each other in the small space. He stood by Ken, crossing his arms as he leaned on the counter. "Five on Shawn."

"Ten on Erik," she muttered looking from face to face as attention went to her. "What?... He soft on Shawn, y'all know he don't even be fighting him like that," she shrugged waving toward Shawn who stood with his jaw dropped. "Damn," he whispered.

"Soft on you too," Travis muttered. She knew he meant for her to hear it, but she didn't know how to respond. "Nah but facts," Travis pointed a little more loudly. "That's why my money on Shawn cuz my ass the only one he be rough with."

"DAMN. Y'all really don't believe in me," Shawn half-whined, going ignored while Erik held up his palms ready for another round.

"Nah, yo crackhead ass," Ken chuckled. Shawn lunged forward at Erik ducking awkwardly before hopping backward and flinching. Travis lowered his face in secondhand embarrassment while Ken coughed, covering her laugh.

"I feel like if I put it out there that they never actually fight, they'll go harder and Erik might actually take the W," Ken explained quietly to Travis who nodded as the duo started back with the attempted slaps.

Erik balled his lips before swatting with his left hand. "Aye.. I gotta pop you one good time," he smirked, ready to lunge. He jumped forward reaching behind Shawn to pop his neck one time before jumping back and raising his arms in victory as Shawn's arms dropped in defeat. He stared at Erik with slitted eyes.

"Rematch nigga, that ain't count, " Shawn's hands waved dismissing the result. "Hell nah, one more. I'm high as shit this ain't even-"

"Crackhead," Ken teased.

"NIGGA I SMOKE WEED! FUCK YOU TALMBOUT," he whined as Travis pushed the money in Ken's palm. "Shid, y'all needa smoke some weed," he mumbled.

---

Things finally seemed like they were back to normal, well at least for her friend group. They'd wilded for a minute, but were back to that homeostatic point where they were all cool. Thankfully.

Ken sat down in the class she shared with Travis and Erik and by the look in Travis' eye as he looked back at her, something was up. Erik wasn't there today. She stared him down until he looked her way again and he rolled his eyes standing from his seat to walk back to her. "You don't wanna know, Ken," he sighed. That made her even more interested in knowing what it was he was hiding. Her eyes yanked his for information and after looking around to make sure no one was paying attention, he bent to rest his palms on her desk. "Aight, but I ain't say shit. You ain't hear it from me. You know dude you went to went to dinner with.... the second time?"

"Twin nigga," she offered.

"That nigga."

She waited.

"... Dude been spreading shit."

"Shit," Ken cussed in a whisper rolling her eyes. "I knew it." She didn't know it, but at the same time.. she did. Erik was right, she thought though she wouldn't say it aloud.

"Nah that's not what I mean." Travis held his hand out level in encouragement for Ken to stay calm. He could see she'd misunderstood. "Not like STDs, he been spreading shit.. saying he hit..."

It took a second for Ken to get what he was saying to her, it seemed so far-fetched.

"He been what?"

She could feel a few classmates' eyes on her but in the moment she didn't care because she was ready to rage.

"Yeah.. he talkin mad shit on you. I mean, he ain't say nothing negative for real but he been doing a lotta this," his hand flapped to his thumb. Ken leaped to her feet, her wedges scooting toward the classroom door in a hurry but she was yanked back by her blouse collar.

"Heeell nah," she said slowly, ready to square up. The twins were somewhat skinny and unless they could really scrap, she was confident she could beat their asses one at a time. Even if they could fight.. she was ready to beat their asses one at a time for talking on her name. "They got me confused with some weak bitch," her head shook. Her fist balled.

"Nah, hold up.. You ain't finna box no niggas, that shit over with." Travis held her in place as she silently seethed, murder in her expression. "Chill," he mouthed trying to calm her.

"You think I won't whoop a nigga ass," Ken snapped in question, the faint whispers of "shit" and "daaamn" from her classmates in the background as they minded her business.

"Oh I know you will!... Young lady," Travis smirked trying to calm her with his hand moving from her collar to her shoulder instead. "But you ain't got to do allat when you got niggas like us. Let us handle this." He looked like he knew something else that Ken didn't know because there was a twinkle in his eye and she could see it in his face, but she decided to let her friends handle it rather than continue to press the issue. If they said they had her, then she'd believe them.

She looked to the hall and back to her friend who was holding her before nodding, "...Aight."

Travis led her back to her seat and went to his, sitting as though nothing was wrong as the class started. She was able to focus for most of the class and take her notes, but her mind floated every fifteen minutes or so to what Travis had up his sleeve. Where was Erik?

---

Shawn pointed through the windshield from the parking lot as he sat passenger in Erik's car. Together they watched one of the twins as he walked along with his eyes deep in his phone. No words were needed, they hopped out of the car and walked up on him causing him to look up as Shawn looked around to check the surrounding area.

"We got a problem?" Shawn walked up to the twin's side, hands in his jacket pockets. Today he was sober.

"The fuck..," he muttered. He looked genuinely confused. "...Nah I ain't got a problem... You got a problem?" The twin eyed Shawn like he was slow, never ceasing his steps or changing his pace. He wasn't worried at all.

Erik stepped in front of him, reaching out so as to pause him, but not touch him before shrugging and rubbing his hands together civilly.

"Nah, we definitely have a problem. You fuckin with my girl, Ken, running your mouth like you want something bad to happen to you... It can."

"Who are you again," the twin asked, seemingly perplexed. Erik looked him over. This wasn't the one who'd called him out on his feelings for Ken, this was Trent, the one who'd left that night when Erik was scared a train would come through Ken's untrained pussy. They hadn't met.

"I'm the bodyguard that's all you need to know. Dead these rumors or something bad WILL happen to you and your bro, feel me?"

"That's what this is about?" Trent tossed his head back in humor before licking his lips. "Aight, I heard about you. You that confused nigga all up her ass... Wanna play brother, daddy, lover, but ain't give a damn about none that until like five minutes ago.. Damn," he chuckled assessing Erik and finding him humorous. Kenneth had given him the story based on what he'd picked up on. Kenneth and Ken were actually on good terms, Trent had only spread the rumor to piss off his brother in the spirit of brotherly competition. He didn't care one way or another about Kendra's prudent pussy or the nigga before him and his obsession. He nodded in relent, "..Aight bruh. That's your lil baby, I'll retract my lil rumors. I can admit when I did something shitty. I mean ain't shit already, it's not like I give a fuck. Don't nobody give a damn about those rumours. But aight." Stepping around Erik, he continued toward his class turning back to cup his hands around his mouth and yell, "ATTENTION MIT STUDENTS AND FALCULTY. DISREGARD THE DISRESPECTFUL RUMORS THAT HAVE BEEN CIRCULATING."

"Nigga, you started them," Shawn pointed in disbelief. Erik shook his head as he watched Trent's public announcement/disclaimer.

"I DID NOT HAVE SEXUAL RELATIONS CAMPUS QUEEN KENDRA. CAMPUS QUEEN KENDRA IS A VIRGIN."

Shawn winced at the word, glad Ken wasn't there to be embarrassed. Not that it was something to be ashamed of. He ain't mean it when he teased her about it.

"PSA! WE DID NOT FUCK. WE DO NOT PLAN ON FUCKING TODAY OR EVER. NOW LEAVE US BOTH THE FUCK ALONE."

Waving, he smirked and Erik watched him alongside Shawn as he walked away as smoothly as he'd come. Technically, he'd deaded the issue. He was loud as fuck.

"I still wanna beat his ass," Shawn mumbled under his breath, hands in his pockets. Erik was silent.

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