I'll give u a chance

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Eazys pov

Last night wasn't supposed to go like that.

I pulled up thinkin' I was gon' charm her like always. Say some slick shit, make her laugh, kick it, maybe kiss her a bit and then dip out before things got too real. Just another one of those nights, y'know? Same game, different day.

But that ain’t how it played out.

She let me in. Not just into her crib—but into that little world she keeps guarded as hell. It was like one second we were talkin' shit, play-fightin' like always, then next thing I know, my hand's slidin' up her thigh and she ain't stoppin' me.

Till she did.

Right when it got heated. Right when I was about to take it there, she hit the brakes. Hard.

And yo, I wasn’t even mad at her. Confused? Hell yeah. Frustrated? Absolutely. But mad? Nah. 'Cause the way she looked at me before she told me to bounce? That wasn’t someone playin' games. That was someone fightin' a whole war in her chest.

So I dipped. Didn’t say much, just nodded and left.

But that whole night I couldn’t sleep. Tossin', turnin', rememberin' the way her breath hitched when I kissed her neck, how her nails dug into my shoulder when she pulled me closer before pullin' away. Like she wanted it, but couldn’t let herself want it.

And then today? There she was. Just standin' on the corner like she had somethin' heavy to drop on me.

"Korina?"

She looked up. Hoodie on, lips pursed, eyes already rollin'. "We need to talk."

I ain’t even ask what about. Just tilted my head and said, "Walk with me."

We started strollin' through the block, not sayin' shit for a minute. Street was buzzin' with the usual—kids yellin', cars honkin', that faint-ass smell of someone cookin' up arroz con pollo in one of the apartments nearby.

"You mad?" she finally asked.

I blew out a breath. "Nah. Just... caught off guard."

"I panicked," she said quietly. "Didn’t think it would go there."

"Neither did I," I admitted. "But I ain't mad. You had every right. I ain't the type to push past what you ain't ready for."

She glanced sideways. "You just mad you ain’t get none."

I smirked. "You really think I'm that damn shallow?"

She ain’t answer. Just kept walkin'.

"Aight," I chuckled, "Maybe a lil' part of me was salty. But I ain’t gon' front—I respected that. More than you think."

Then outta nowhere: click!

A flash. Bright as hell.

"What the fuck?!" I turned quick. Some random dude with a camera was joggin' off laughin'. "Y'all look good together!" he shouted.

"Ain't this a bitch," I muttered.

Korina groaned, coverin' her face. "Great. Just what I needed."

We shared a look, kinda laughed, but lowkey? That shit hit different. Something 'bout that flash froze us in time, and I ain’t know it yet, but that photo? Was gonna be all over the place.

Anyway, back to us.

I stopped walkin', made her face me. "I need to say somethin'."

"You always say that right before some wild shit," she muttered.

"Nah, for real. Listen. Remember when we started all this? Just friends. With benefits. No feelings, no drama."

"Yeah."

"I ain't expect this to go beyond that. But now? I’m out here wonderin' what you eatin', if you sleepin' good, if you think 'bout me when you by yourself."

She went quiet. Chewin' her lip, eyes dartin'.

"I want somethin' real with you," I told her. "I wanna give this a shot."

She crossed her arms, brows furrowed. "You say that now, but you just got outta some bullshit with Tracy. And I ain’t tryna be your rebound."

"Yo, Tracy was crazy. She cut up my leather seats! I ain’t even do shit."

"Mmhmm."

"Look, this ain't about her. This about you. Us. I ain’t tryna be out here actin' single when I’m lowkey already actin' like you my girl anyway."

She looked at me. Hard. Like she was tryna see if my face would crack.

"Lemme think about it," she said.

Right then, Ren popped up. Like magic. Or bad fuckin' luck.

"Yo!" he called, struttin' over. "What y'all doin' lookin' like a scene outta Poetic Justice?"

Korina groaned. "Not now, Ren."

He eyeballed me. "You got some nerve, bro. Standin' here tryna whisper sweet nothin's after all the shit you pulled."

"I get it," I said, holdin' my hands up. "You protective. That's cool. I ain't even mad."

Ren stepped closer. "You better not be. 'Cause if you hurt her again, I don't care if we go way back, I will beat your narrow-ass chest in."

"Ren!" Korina barked.

"Nah, lemme say this! He need to know!"

I looked him dead in the eye. "You done?"

He nodded, slowly. "I'm watchin' you."

After he walked off, I turned to her. "He always that extra?"

"Only when he cares."

I smiled. "That mean you told him 'bout me?"

She blushed. "Don't read into it."

I leaned closer. "Too late."

She rolled her eyes but smiled anyway.

"Just don't fuck this up," she whispered.

"I won't," I promised.

And right then? That stupid-ass photo? Was already on somebody’s page, being shared and liked and passed around like wildfire.

People were talkin'. Headlines brewing.

But us? We were just gettin' started._______________◍⁠•◍✧__◍⁠•◍✧⁠________________