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IN WHICH... HE FINDS OUT SHE FUCKS WIT' THE OPPS.
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JAQUAN ALWAYS HAD A WAY OF KNOWING SHIT BEFORE I EVEN HAD THE CHANCE TO EXPLAIN MYSELF.
Maybe it was intuition, maybe it was just him being nosy as fuck. Either way, I wasn't expecting to wake up to him standing over me, phone in hand, looking like he was one second away from spazzing.
"Bro, you fucking triflin' right now, get the fuck up," he barked, shoving my shoulder hard enough to make me sit up.
I groaned, rubbing my eyes. "What happened, sexy?" My voice was all groggy, still halfway sleep, but then I saw it—the phone. My phone. In his hand.
My heart dropped straight to my ass.
The video was already playing. My drunk ass in the middle of the function, grinning, throwing up OY, posted up with Dudeylo like I ain't know what the fuck that meant. Like I ain't know how deep this shit ran.
Jaquan's jaw was locked so tight I thought his teeth was gon' shatter. His nostrils flared. Oh, he was tight tight.
"Aight, let me get this straight," he started, voice low and dangerous, like he was trying not to pop off too fast. "Not only is you fucking with the opps, but you cool with Sdot's cousin too? That's also our opps? Yo, you weird mud."
