Y/N's POV:
It was currently around 11 PM and you were chilling in the studio with some of your "Friends" while they were shooting a MV
"Y/N c'mere, get in this shot with me," Your best friend Dee says (deeplay4keeps)
"FUCK THAT HE GET HIT WITH THE BACK OF THE...HE GET HIT WITH THE BACK OF THE STRAP" you yell dee's lyrics as the music blasted through the speakers in the red-tinted room
you glance to the left, irritated at the feeling of someone staring at you
And no your surprise you were right, it was Justin burning holes through you with how hard he was staring
"nigga quit staring at me" you sigh
you were never fond of Justin, and he was never fond of you. he always had an attitude and you hated that.
"He just acts like a fucking girl," you thought to yourself before taking a seat in between Dudey and Dee
"I promise you. nobodies staring at yo ugly ass" he scoffs, looking back down at his phone screen
"ouu bitch, ima spare you and yo big ass forehead this time" you laugh
"You always on dick bruh" he mutters
"that's ironic as fuck jay.. like really?" you question him, blankly staring
"chill, chill" Dee says, pulling you closer to him
"Now you got this simp ass nigga Dee consoling you like you a damn baby" Justin laughs, shaking his head
"nigga ion need no consoling, I'll whoop yo ass jay shut the fuck up"
"come and whoop my ass then Y/n" he chuckles, motioning for you to come here
"Jay stop laughing, it's not funny" you giggle, failing at trying to stay serious
"you act like a little ass girl bro, i hate you" you say, crossing your arms
"shi i hate yo lil boy ass too" he laughs
"Just fuck and get it over with" Dudey says, facepalming
"i'm not fucking this boujee, hoodrat wannabe influencer" he jokingly says
"bye .. and im not fucking this dirty, big foreheaded lightskin monkey!!" you joke back
"my forehead not even that big, you just chatting"
"jay.. be so forreal."
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