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Angela's POV:

I'm so frustrated with Fatima because why she had to kill the man I loved the most. Yes he was gay or maybe bisexual... I'm jus so confused. Maybe I was wrong for what I said to her. I should apologize immediately.

I picked up my phone off the counter and called her.

Fatima: yeah?
Me: girl look I'm sorry okay? I shouldn't have blamed you. I know it was self defense. Can you forgive me?
Fatima: yeah it's all good. Listen I'm at work I'll chat w you later. Love you.
Me: love you too. Bye.

I sighed in relief. That's my bitch.

I got in my car and went to the bar not too far from where I lived at. A man approached me.

"Hey beautiful. How you doing today?" He said as he sat next to me.

"I'm alright. And yourself?" I said as I looked at him from head to toe, sipping my drink.

"I'm good. Got off work early. You look like shit you ok?" He seemed concerned.

I shook my head.

"I just lost somebody I truly loved. But I'll be alright."

"Sorry to hear that, sorry what's your name?" He had his hand out.

I hesitated but I shook it and said "Angela."

He smiled. "Jason. I love your name."

I smiled. "Back at ya." I giggled.

We talked for hours and hours then I started to realize it was getting dark. I checked my phone it was 8:30pm.

"Shit. We talked for all these hours and you got me out late, boy. And we drunk." I laughed.

He laughed with me.

"Mind if I take you home?" He asked.

"I drove but... you can follow me."

He smiled "I'll take that offer then. Let's go." He paid for our drinks and we left and went to my place.

He stepped inside. "Welcome to my home. Here you can sit on the couch."

He sat on the couch and I sat next to him.

"You so damn fine girl." He said licking his lips.

I bit my bottom lip and said "thanks. So you stay around here?"

"Yeah actually crazy thing is.... I'm your neighbor."

My eyes widen.

"You lying? Fr?"

He nodded.

"Yep I do" he came closer.

I looked into his light brown eyes.

"You have some nice eyes." I said gazing into his.

"Same as yours."

I instantly pressed my lips against his and climbed onto his lap.

"Damn you want me like that?"

I nodded.

We had sex.

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Fatima's POV:

I drove up to Angela's driveway and seen another car.

"Oh god this bitch..."

I went and knocked on the door.

She came immediately.

"Oh hey Fatima what you doing here this early?"

"I came to check up on you... uh who's car is that?"

"Uhh..." she stepped outside.

"My neighbor. I met him at the bar last night. We hooked up. Girl he know how to put it down he's fine asfffff"

I seen her face lit up as she talked about him.

"Damn girl yo nigga jus died and you already fucking somebody else?"

"Fatima don't do that. Why you here fr?"

"As I said I wanted to check up on you."

The guy came to the door.

"Hey Angela who's this?"

"Fatima my friend from HS."

He had his hand out. I shook it.

"I'm Jason nice to meet you. Hey Angela I'm bout to head out I'll see you later."

They kissed and my eyes widen up.

"Oh my god." I uttered.

"Come in damn it."

I walked inside.

"Okay so Bryce funeral is Saturday. Are you coming?" I said as I gave her the paper.

She hesitated.

"I don't know... I'm scared. And I don't wanna have flashbacks."

I understood.

"It's fine you don't have to. We can jus bury him and go bout our day."

She nodded. She looked sad but happy at the same time.

"Soooo wanna tell me more about this Jason nigga?" I said laughing.

"Don't call him that. And yea I'll make some coffee."

"Nah I'll make it you look tired as hell..." I laughed again

I went to the coffee maker and made some coffee.

I bring the mug to Angela.

I sat down.

"Soooo...." I said.

"He's 32. Tall black, big ass dick-"

I almost choked on my coffee.

"Woah woah okay okay never mind I don't wanna hear about him."

She started laughing.

"I'm sorry! That was funny tho"

Something hit the window and blinded me and Angela.

"What the fuck?!"

I heard the door bust open.

"POLICE PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR! NOW!"

I was shocked and we both put our hands in the air.

"Fatima?"

"Yes?"

"Your under arrest for the murder of Bryce Hills. Come with us!"

They handcuffed me and I was scared.

"What the hell? What you mean? It was SELF DEFENSE!"

"I don't wanna hear it you can talk to a judge. Come on"

They took me to the police car and drove off.

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