Flashback: The Truth

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Kenya POV-

Ty Dolla Sign's Blase blasted over his car speakers as we rode to New Orleans.

"Hit them licks, wh-whipping the bricks
Still with the shit
I'm young and I'm rich, young and I'm rich
I got hoes nigga, I got hoes in different area codes, I think I'm Nate Dogg."

He was so fucking irritating oh my God!!!! I wanted to pull my fucking hair out.

I looked at him from the back (yes the back because I wasn't sitting in front with his aggravating ass) making yet another Instagram where he thought he was cute. 🙄

That's all he did this entire ride  was fucking rap, dance and make Instagram  videos  to his "fans" as he calls them, like he was in some damn rap video

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That's all he did this entire ride was fucking rap, dance and make Instagram videos to his "fans" as he calls them, like he was in some damn rap video. I was so ready to get out this car.

He was such a conceited airhead. I regretted taking this trip. Even with the 200 and humiliating him with the tampons wasn't enough to make me want to spend time with his aggy ass.

We got off the highway and headed to Starlight, the educational center. He turned the music down.

"What's the street?" He asked making a turn.

"33 Tulane." Please hurry up and get there so I can get out.

He made another right. We drove a little ways down, until we pulled into a strip mall. It was the third place in the strip mall.

He parked the car close to it and we got out. Surprisingly once we got to the door, he held it. I guess he has an ounce of manners.

I sat down in the waiting area.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"You just go to the desk."

"Come up here with me."

I stale faced him.

"That was the agreement." He said.

"To come with you, not hold your hand." I said irritated. I wasn't his babysitter.

"Please, just help me out I ain't been here before."

"Me either."

He gave me a look.

"Fine." I got up and we went to the desk. He stood behind me, like I was his mother.

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