DeeDee's POV After Her Classes
I was so tired in class today I could barely focus. My arm hurts from yesterday but it ain't nothing I can't handle.
Jaheim was asking me so many questions last night it was as if he was the police himself.
Flashback
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPEN TO YOUR ARM?" He yelled.
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"I gotta cut on a drill Jah relax I'm fine." I said.
"How you go on a drill without niggas. You on some weird independent boss bitch shit?" He asked.
"And so what if I am?" I asked laughing.
But he didn't laugh.
"Well then your life is on the line. Akekeke to that." He said.
I rolled my eyes.
Here comes the overprotective parent role he wanna play.
"I'm fine and I wasn't alone calm down." I said.
He started staring at me and squinting his eyes as if he was trying to figure out something.
"Whattt?" I asked annoyed.
"You went with your little hood boyfriend huh?" Keem asked.
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I automatically started blushing.
"No. Stop. Leave me alone." I said tying to walk away.
But Jaheim blocked my only way to go upstairs.
"Ooooo so that's why you've been acting like a goofy goober." He said.
I grilled him. At this point everyone in the living room was listening and I felt attacked.
"We wanna meet this nigga." Jaheim said.
"WE?!" I asked.
"Yup I'm a have one of my bitches come cook a big ass meal and I want you to invite him over." He said.
"Issa no for me dawg." I said.
He nodded his head.
"Okay do you rather we follow you and go to his house instead?" Jah asked.
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