𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

𝙓𝙑𝙄

𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙟𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 | 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙖, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡

i sat on the swings watching dom nem playing basketball.

"wassup mira" marco walked up to me making me roll my eyes

"damn you can't speak or sum?"

"do you need something? you fucking wit my vibe" i mugged him

please let jae come over here

"mmcht i just wanted to talk look i was tryna see if we could you know redo that whole date thing"

"nah" i kept my answer short

fuck i look like trying to even talk to yo ass🤨

"ight den fuck you"

"even in your dreams you wouldn't get the fucking chance" i rolled my eyes getting up

he just pissed me off i hate when you turn a nigga down and they get all mad like they wasn't just all up on you.

"what's wrong wit you?" jae asked me

"nothing" i said dryly

"mmcht shamira wassup?" he grabbed my face

"marco just pissed me off" i mumbled blocking the sun out my face

"where he at?" he let me go looking around the courts

"by the benches pause where you going?" i grabbed his arm

"i owe that bitch ass nigga a ass beating"

"jae what the fuck are you talking about?"

"that stupid ass nigga was throwing subs about dj's situation" he took his chain off handing it to me

"wha- najae stop you not about to fight him"

"ion give a fuck mira let me go"

"mmcht don't go fight that nigga go play basketball" i pushed him towards the courts

such a hothead

this nigga walked up on marco swinging on him making me huff and get up. i thought dom and moo were going to stop the fight but they started swinging on marco's homeboys.

"get up bitch ass nigga" jae moved letting him get up just to knock his ass down again

i- you know what i'm done

jae body slammed this nigga making me cringe and walk away. moose and dom stopped fighting his friends grabbing jae.

"chill out bro you did yo shit"

"hate pussy ass niggas"

"my fucking hand hurt!" he shouted

"uhm anyways come on jae y'all be careful"

"fasho sis" moose hugged me

"bye best"

"bye bestie" i gave dom a hug

i grabbed me and jae's phones and his shit getting the keys to his truck. i looked at him shaking my head leaning the seat up some driving down to my house.

"you so damn hard headed"

"nigga had it coming fuck nigga thought shit was sweet"

"whatever ion even care" i mumbled

"ian ask you too"

"najae don't fucking start" i glared at him

"fuck that puss ass nigga say to you anyway?"

"he asked to take me out on another date but i declined him because fucking ugh and he got all mad like i was supposed to care nothing serious" i shrugged

"so why was you mad?"

"because i hate when niggas get turned down and get all outta body"

"he was being disrespectful?" he looked at me

"no jae" i said turning off his truck

"oh ight"

"bring yo ass" i unlocked the door

"fuck happened to him?" seven asked

"his stupid ass got in a fight with marco at the courts"

"damn you record it?"

"nah but this big goofy ass nigga body slammed the fuck outta him"

"mmcht i shoulda cane down there"

i followed jae to the bathroom telling him to sit on the toilet so i could clean his hand.

"he cut yo eyebrow a bit" i told him cleaning it putting some neosporin on it

i cleaned the blood off his fists seeing them slightly bruised and red i wrapped a piece of gaze on his right hand then i put the first aid kit up.

"stop acting off emotions idiot" i mushed his head

"pooh he had that shit coming and if i wasn't gon do it one of them niggas was gon do it"

"you shoulda left i- nrvermind you gon do what you want"

"you mad at me?" he grabbed my hand

"nope" i popped the p

"mira" he looked at me

"you gotta get ready for work"

"look at me" he lifted my head up pecking my lips

"my fault"

"what you apologizing for? i woulda did the same thing for my sisters but i wouldn't have did it in front of everybody"

"i hear you" he said making me nod

i walked out the bathroom letting him get ready for work. i walked into my room sitting on the floor sorting my dirty clothes.

"seven you got any whites?!"

"yeah they in my basket!"

i grabbed her clothes and mine going to the laundry room tossing them in loading up the cups with detergent and enough fabric softener to make my momma beat my ass. i started the washer putting my basket on top of the dryer.

"pooh lemme use your lotion"

"you know where it's at"

two updates back to back sheesh
this a filler chapter
vote comment allat & excuse mistakes
byee❤️-mo
7/25/2021