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Namil rolled his eyes. He had that glowering look on his face as he listened to his friends chattering around him. The cool breeze from the window flowed in, filling the room and blowing his bouncy curls gently. He would tug at his jeans, giving himself some air as he sat on the couch, slumping down into the cushions and the blue and black fuzzy jacket bunching up around his neck. The hood leaning onto his shoulder.
His eyes shot up from his cellphone, scanning the area. The black frames on his face hung lowly and rested on the bridge of his nose before pushing them up with his middle finger so he could focus. His fingers were wrapped tightly around his phone, ensuring that he wouldn't drop it at all. Namil's tongue passed slowly over his bottom lip before biting down on it gently.
"You good? You been zoned out for like five minutes . . ." Demar spoke up, shaking his dreads. Namil blinked and his eyebrows furrowed.
"I'm good. I was just thinking about something." Namil fell silent, hoping the others would forget that he was even there for the moment.
"Thinking about what? Ya girlfriend?" Wesley teased, leaning onto Namil's shoulder and pushing the fuzzy hood back behind him. Namil would shrug Wesley off of his shoulder.
"I told y'all niggas that's not my girl no more. She off with some other nigga." Namil flushed, "that ain't my problem no more . . . she ain't even on my mind like that."
"Damn, that's how it is?" Demar raised his eyebrows, "I thought you'd be up late thinking about telling her you miss her." There was a silence. Namil had a blank expression. His gaze was sharp and his eyes, mixed with browns, greens, yellows, and oranges gleamed in the sunlight which beamed through the small window.
"Y'all want me to miss her so bad. It's like y'all want me to go through some type of depression. I'm not gone be sad over a female and plus the reason we split is valid. I'm not gone push it."
"You miss her. Stop bitching." Chase chortled. Namil's eyes darted over to the brown haired male and only glared at him.
"Y'all, leave Slump alone. He obviously in a bad mood and y'all pissing him off even more." Semaj chimed in.
"He been pissed off the entire week. I haven't seen bro smile yet." Mar mumbled, "let the nigga breathe before he stab one of y'all."
"Chill. Not even that serious." Namil finally spoke up. He got up from the couch and headed to the back door, "I need a smoke. I'll be back."
