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Soliel Lee (So So) POV:

"bitch i already beat cho ass, what i need a round two for" i yelled at legacy.

i'm chilling at this party and she gon try to press me, wrong mf one.

"bitch you didn't do shit but pull hair" she yelled.

"u was definitely bruised and bleeding love" i said, looking at the fight video on my phone.

"alr let me get my round" she said, putting up her set.

"bitch you got cho round, fuck imma waste my time again for" i said.

"if you scared jus say dat" she laughed.

"if you wanna round two cus you lost the first time jus say that" i said.

"aye yall needa chill" Javon said, walking in the middle of us.

"here you go finna save her weak ass" legacy said.

"ion need saving i can hold my own, you kno dis black eye" i said.

"y'all blowing my high" Monte whined.

"nigga shut up" khalil hit him.

"y'all jus needa relax, there ain't finna be no fight" Javon said, and everybody whined and the circle around us disappeared.

"find me when youn got this weak nigga ass yo bodyboard" legacy rolled her eyes, walking away.

"calling yo bsf a weak nigga is sad" i laughed at javon.

"dat ain't my bsf no more, she jus mad ion care" he said.

"why" i asked.

"i'll tell you later, come on lemme take u home" He said, grabbing my arm.

we walked out the party and got in his car.

"u good, youn heated or bruised" he laughed.

"don't play with me Mr.Clark" I said.

"my bad Mrs.Clark" he said.

"uh-uh it's Mrs.Lee" I said.

"Juh vibe" He said.

while he was driving, we were talking and laughing and it felt so good to just talk to him without being mad or sad.