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DATE: FRIDAY, AUGUST 2ND TIME: 3:15 P.M (AFTERNOON.)
SLAMMING THE DOOR SHUT, JAYDEN angrily walked away from the apartment, his breathing harsh and heavy as he stomped down the steps in frustration — ignoring the calls from his best friend as he made his way down.
"Slow down Jayden, you don't even know where you're going." He hears Zay'vion say, making him smack his lips whilst rolling his eyes.
Tugging on the bag that was on his shoulder, he only shook his head, "Man shut up right now, I just got kicked out a place who I thought was my family. So I don't want to talk."
Zay'vion scrunched his face up, "You coming at me like I did something to you. If anything I helped you."
Jayden turned around quick, his face holding a hard cold mug as he stared at the older male, "Helped me? Nigga how the fuck?"
Zay'vion rolled his eyes, "Yeah Jayden, I literally just helped you realize that your so called 'family' isn't what you thought it was. So you're fucking welcome."
Jayden gave him an ugly look, "Nigga you want me to thank you? Who you think you is, Keyontae?"
Zay'vion waved him off, "Nevermind bro, you're so stuck in your one sided head you don't even realize I did you a fucking favor."
Jayden could only laugh as they kept walking — neither of them knowing where they were going, but anywhere to get them away from Keyontae's apartment complex was more than enough.
"A favor I never asked for, remember that."
Ignoring the remarks from the older male he continued to stare straight ahead down the street — because let's be truthful, if he fed into it, he would possibly have to fight his own best friend. And considering that he can't fight worth a damn, Jayden wanted to spare him just this once.
Ten minutes into their walk, Jayden was looking around at the different stores before something caught his eye making him stop in his tracks.
A white piece of paper was stapled to the telephone pole that was a few inches away from him, the bold letters catching his attention as he stared at the familiar picture that was plastered on it. Walking up to it to examine it more, his face scrunched up in confusion as he read the bold red words.
