𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓

sᴇᴠᴇɴ

ᴋᴀɴᴀɪ; ɴᴀɪ

ʟᴏs ᴀɴɢᴇʟᴇs, ᴄᴀʟɪғᴏʀɴɪᴀ
ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 17ᴛʜ

"So, you just not gon' tell me?" Sin asked.

"That was almost a whole fuckin week ago. Just let it go."

"I'm just tryna see if you tryna set us up or something. They trust you enough to think that you aren't. I don't. I don't trust nobody."

"Nobody is trying to set you up. Why the fuck would I do that? It's nothing. I was just watching my surroundings."

"But you was nervous as hell though. You was lookin' for somebody."

"Whatever, Bruh."

I tried to get on my phone, but he snatched it away from me.

"You gon' get eye damage."

"Nigga, shut up and give me my phone."

"Can you tell me why you was acting like that?"

"Are you serious right now?"

"I am deadass. Just tell me why."

"I don't want to. Can I please get my phone back and we never ever have this conversation again?"

"I will break this shit in half. Just tell me why. You ain't gotta be embarrassed or nothing, just tell me."

I looked away and at nothing in particular.

"Look at me. Tell me why. You making this so much harder than it needs to be."

"Why you so worried? Just leave it alone."

"Just tell me!"

"I was just making sure my ex and his friends weren't in there. That's it, damn."

"But you looked so fucking nervous."

"If you knew what he did to me, you would know why I was acting the way I was acting. Can I have my phone back?"

"What he do to you?"

Nigga, are you serious?

"Stuff. Give me my shit."

He slid my phone across the table and the boys came back.

"That bathroom stank," Meechie said fanning his nose.