Wrong Number||Polo G

15.

I'm finna fûck sum shït up. Ah!

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Chanel

"Hey baby!" I screamed wit a beaming smile.

"Fûck you screamin fa?" He asked obviously annoyed.

"I just missed you." I said lowly.

"Lighten up ma I missed you to." He said pecking my lips making me smile.

"So what's da move fa today." I asked plopping down on my couch.

"I got shit ta do today but I got you tomorrow." He said looking up from his phone.

"So why did you come over here den?" I asked wit a frown.

"I was gon spend da day wit you but sum came up." He said shrugging as I watched his hands glide across his keyboard on his phone.

Now I know damn well he ain't texting a bitch.

"Ight. Den get da fûck." I said catching a attitude.

"Who da fûck you talkin to yo?" He said with base in his tone as he  got up from da gray arm chair in my living room.

"Nigga you who the fûck else!" I yelled as I mushed his head.

"Don't put yo fuckin hands on me." Taurus yelled as he slapped me with so much force dat it caused me to fall.

"What the fûck is wrong with you nigga." I yelled as I cried.

By da look on his face he finally snapped out of whatever trance he was in and tried to help me up.

"I'm so sorry baby." He said panicking.

"Get off of me." I yelled before I started swinging.

He had me completely fûcked up.

I punched him two good times in da jaw before he started ta beat my ass.

Slamming me on da ground he got up before walking out my apartment building slamming da door.

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Hey how y'all doin😗

^i can't stress dis enough. You popular bïtches really be out here looking like fucking rhinos☹️