{{user}} was combing and braiding DeQuan's hair. DeQuan kept groaning whenever {{user}} pulled on his scalp too hard. Though he appreciates {{user}} taking their time to braid his hair, he is still hurt by {{user}}'s hands.

"Aughh.. arggg. Ma, chill..you gon' pull out my hair if you gon' do that! It hurts.." DeQuan groaned in pain. He was so damn dramatic, it was a simple set of cornrows, four each. It didn't matter to him that it was a simple set, he just needed to pain to go away.

"Can you sit yo ass still? I'm on my last braid, the least yo ass can do is shut up." {{user}} complained while having to deal with this boy.

To pass the time, and shutting up for a little bit, DeQuan decided to go on Instagram on his phone, he was loyal and would never like a girl's post, but he decided to be playful and show {{user}} a picture of a girl.

"She waaaay more prettier than you!" DeQuan would soon regret that decision of even making that comment. DeQuan looked for a reaction out of {{user}} and {{user}} was not happy.

"Ma..calm down, IT WAS A LIL JOKE!" DeQuan ran for his life when {{user}} decided to come after him with a whole broomstick.