Chapter 4

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Edited 5/29/17

Mateo POV |3 Days Later|

I Can't Even Sleep.

I've Been Pacing Back and Forth In my Room For 2 Hours Now.

Theres No Way Jayla's Alive. I was THERE when that Car Crashed.

She DIED.

....Didn't She ?

"Ughhh", I Groaned, Tugging On my Hair.

That's Another Thing, I've Noticed My Hair Has Gotten Way thinner Than it Was Before, Smh.

Ayo fell asleep on the Couch After Watching Dragon Ball Z, with Popcorn and Tea Cans all Over the Damn Place.

Tea Is All He drink I Swear. Every Since That Gatorade Thing 3 years ago... That Fucked Him up Bruh

In Fact, One Day I Had Slid a Gatorade In front Of Him while He was Dancing And He Slipped running away and Broke His Arm... I felt sorta Bad, But C'mon... Dudes afraid of Gatorades

I Looked Over At the Clock.

9:05 Pm

I sighed, Sitting Down On The Love Seat.

'Skrt Skrt Skrt Skrt Skrt'-

I Took My Phone Out My Pocket, Answering It.

"Hello ?"

"Aye Mateo", Zay Laughed.

(A/N Don't Forget Zay Worked For Lucas With Benny.....Mateo and Ayo still don't Know ....Yet...)

"Wassgood Zay", I said Tapping My Hand.

"Aye, Me and Ajasia Finna Hit Up a Party, You wanna Come ?"

Ajasia Is His Girlfriend

"Yea Ite, I'll meet you there, lemme Wake up Leloo." I got Up.

"Ite Man", He Replied, Hanging up.

I sat my Phone down, Going over to Ayo.

"Leleo"

He Didn't Move.

"Leleo" I shoved his Shoulder.

He twitched his nose.

"GATORADE !!" I Shrieked.

He Jumped Up Out Of His Sleep, Frantically Looking around the Room for any Sports Drinks.

I busted Out Laughing While He Just Stared at Me.

"L-leloo", I Laughed, Reaching Out to Him.

"Fuck Off me Man." He Shrugged Me Off, Getting Up.

"Ayo l!!"

"What Nigga"

"W-We, HAHA !" I Laughed Again, whipping my eyes.

He Sucked His Teeth, Turning Around Again.

"Wait !" I Breathed Out, Pinching myself. "We Gotta Go to a Party, Bro"

"Uhh 'I' ain't Gotta Do SHIT !"

"Leloooooo."

"Shut the Hell Up, When Is It ?"

"Right Now..."

"I Know You Lying." He Scoffed.

"Pleeeeeease ?" I Whined, Slapping His Head.

"Bitch-" he Punched My Arm "When Does It End ?"

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