𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

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𝐸𝑥𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠, 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟.

𝙺𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝚃𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛

"That's free food, the hell?" Samiya said scrunching her face up through the phone.

"I know but niggas are weird. I know for a fact he gone try to make something outta nothing." I reasoned.

"Okay but YOU know what's going on. YOU know you'on fuck with him like that. If you only going for food, then get the damn food." She said making me laugh and shake my head.

"Aight bruh." I said texting Tooly back.

𝐓𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐲🧟‍♂️: 𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖶𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍
𝗌𝗎𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗆.

Nigga really think I'm finna kick it with him at my house. I'll be damned.

𝐌𝐞: 𝖭𝖺𝗁, 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝖼 𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋.
Delivered.

𝐓𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐲🧟‍♂️: 𝖥𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗈.
Read 3:28 pm.

"Really finna hang with this nigga." I mumbled going through my clothes. "Is it finna be hot, causeeee?"

"Nah, it's finna be regular. In the 60's or some shit." She said making me nod and pull out my red puffer jacket.

"Betta hope Draco don't find out." I scrunched my face up.

"He's not my nigga for one, and fuck he gone do? Nigga ain't spoke to me in 2 days." I said spraying water on my hair to brush it up.

"Nigga still mad?"

"Ion even know. He got a short ass temper, but I'm not tripping on him." I shrugged slicking down my edges.

He so called himself not talking to me no more because 'I don't give a fuck about what he say'. And that wasn't even the case, I just forgot to text him back.

"Nevertheless, he gone be mad." She said surely.

"And I won't give a fuck." I replied semi-lying.

"You lying but okay." She said making me roll my eyes.

Bitch known me for 3 weeks and swear she know me.

"Suck my dick, the hell?"

"See no. You finna start being mean, BYE." She said before hanging up.

I shook my head before going back to getting ready.

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"Where you trynna eat ma?" Tooly asked as we sat in his car vibing.

Hell, we wasn't really vibing. I cannot get comfortable with this nigga for shit.

"I lowkey want some McDonalds." I said remembering all the big macs I ate back when I was alive.

"Shid, we got McHells. You want that?" He said making me do a double take. Here they go with the ghetto shit again.

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