Chapter Eight

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Lucas

"So like what's yo favorite color?" The text read

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"So like what's yo favorite color?" The text read.

Yo what kind simp shit is this nigga on?!

I scrunched my whole face up, squinting my eyes and everything, because this nigga really texting me like I'm a whole bitch.

"What is this shit, 21 questions? Why you asking me these gay ass questions?" I responded back with the quickness.

Like this nigga really buggin, if he think he gon make his shot.

I exited off the message app, and started messing with my settings, because that's really how fucking bored I was.

I was finna text his ass again, trynna figure out why the fuck he was taking so long to respond, when I got a notification.

"Yo chill tf out shawty, I'm just trynna get to know you. Shit you don't want me asking questions then what we finna talk about?" It read.

I'm not this nigga shawty bro, what don't he-

"I mean if you trynna get straight to the business, we can do that. I just took you for 'I wanna take things slow' type." He double texted.

The second catching me all the way off guard.

This nigga really trynna be on some gay ass shit.

"Bro stop disrespecting me fr, I'm trying be nice but you really making this shit hard. I never said you couldn't ask me questions, just not no pussy ass one." I replied.

Ion even dislike dude, he just be doing too much.

"Okay Okay I'll chill, for now. But I'm serious when I say I want you, just know that. I gotta real question tho, what's my name in yo phone 😏?" I sighed, exasperatedly reading his message.

This nigga just won't give up, it's almost funny.

"I got you saved under yo number, as you should be. Nothing more nothing less, don't get yo hopes up you just gon be disappointed." I replied, locking my phone and turning on my T.V.

Ain't shit to watch nowadays, I remember back then all the good shows had my childhood bangin', now half these shows bout boring as shit.

I keep scrolling through the channels, looking for something to watch, when my phone ringing caught my attention.

»incoming call: Tiffany 💍«

I sighed, contemplating on whether I should answer her call or not. I mean I ain't got nothing against ole girl, she my bitch after all, she just be aggravating me sometimes.

I decided I might as well answer, because if I don't she gon catch a attitude and claim she done with me.

Slid the answer bar, putting the phone up to my ear, and spoke into it.

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