𝙏𝙤 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜

𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲:

Javon Clark (Von) Pov:

"Where you going" My mom asked me as i walked towards the front door.

"Out with the boys"I looked back at her.

"Don't be getting into no mess now"She said.

"Igh mama, see you later"I walked out the house.

I got into my car turning on the air since it was getting mad hot these days before i made my way to the rex center.

"Finally nigga, we been waitin for days"Khalil mugged me as i walked up to them.

"Shut the fuck up"I pushed him.

"Bob ass dreads"He mugged me as the rest of the guys laughed.

"Shit was not funny"I mugged him.

"Ian laughing"He shrugged, texting on his phone.

"Nah you do got a dread bob tho"Jamere laughed.

"On god i see it now"Monte laughed.

"Nigga y'all dreads the same length"Micah told Jamere causing monte to laugh even harder.

"Dead ass"I looked at Jamere.

"Nah nigga my shit been growing"He stretched out his dreads.

"So have mine, my girl take care of my hair"I stretched mine.

"Nah Meres is longer"Khalil said.

"Get off yo knees, wipe yo mouth, on his dick hard"I mugged him.

"Mtch, whateva"He waved me off.

"We finna play or not"Monte said as we sat on the bleachers in the rex.

"Ye come on"Micah said, getting up first.

We played a couple games again he's got her before i couple of boys came in, we stayed on are side of the court until the wanted to play against us.

"Y'all short as hell"One of the dudes said.

"Nigga we freshman's, fuck"Micah mugged him.

"Chill out son"The dude flicked his hair.

"Fuck wrong wit you"Micah pushed him hard.

"Aye chill"One of his dudes added in.

"Bitch he touched me like i'm his kid or sum, fuck wrong wit him"Micah said, sounding mad.

"Bitch, fuck you talkin to"The dude looked around.

"You nigga, ain nobody scared of yo 5 foot 4 ass"Micah laughed.

"You go"Monte piped up, laughing.