𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄.

𝘴𝘪𝘹.

مصير

NADIA NYOMI KARTER
𝘚𝘖𝘜𝘛𝘏 𝘔𝘐𝘈𝘔𝘐
𝟓:𝟑𝟗 𝐏𝐌

" Y'all don't have no damn home training." I shook my head.

" Im so bored somebody roll the blunt !" Tia said.

" No kizzy." Dess said looking out of it.

" ON NAYBAHOOD CRIP !" Kay ran around but Niko tripped her.

" Fuck allat crip shit." He mugged her.

" Come outside." Saint said walking out his room.

We all looked around at each other with confused faces.

" Who he talking to ?" I asked.

" You." Dess said with a stale face.

" I-Oh." I stood up and walked out the door. " What you want Saint ?"

" Nothing , take my picture." He handed me his phone.

" No." I made a face walking back in the house. " A waste of time."

He yanked my hair making me hit my head on the back of the door.

" SAINT !" I looked at him holding my head.

" Do what I say." He said plainly.

" I don't like yo nonchalant ass." I made a face.

" I don't care." He shrugged. " I look okay ?"

" Like a bum." I said going to his camera.

" You like me though." He said posing.

" I definitely don't." I laughed giving him phone back. " Got a whole nigga bout to come over here."

" He gone leave in a ambulance." He laughed.

" Why ?" I made a face.

" My trigger finger itching." He yawned taking his phone back.

" You ain't got no reason to shoot him." I waved him off.

" Yeah aight." He sat back inside his car.

" Why you don't talk ?"

" And here you go with the questions." He sighed.

" No Im serious." I smacked my teeth.

" It's a lot to it." He scratched.

" Well Im all ears." I crossed my arms.

" You ain't ready yet." He laughed. " Once I tell you it ain't no coming back from it."

" What you mean ?"

" I won't allow you to stop associating yourself with me and I don't want pity from nobody."

" I feel like you been through some deep shit."

" I have." He scratched his head. " Saint Demons hasn't been able to keep a therapist for more than 8 days."

" I don't like how you referring to yourself in third person." I made a face.

" I don't care about what you like." He pulled out a lighter. " Let me see your hand."

" Don't light me on fire." I stale faced him.

" I wouldn't do that." He smirked grabbing my hand.

I watched him hold it on my hand for a few seconds before blowing it out.

" It ain't hurt right ?" He looked at me smiling.

" No." I looked at him weirdly. " You a pyromaniac."

" It was only a trick , shut up." He pushed the back of my head.

" Stop putting your hands on me." I eyed him. " I'll fight you."

" Sure." He stood up. " Ride with me."

" Don't kill me." I sighed walking towards the passenger seat.

" Not yet." He said driving off.

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" So the nigga took you to hit some licks , bought you food and y'all ain't fuck ?" Kay made a face. " You disappointing the girls."

" He actually a cool person when he not being a bitch." I shrugged smacking on my fries.

" Not even money ?" She made a face.

" I don't know why you still stuck on this." I laughed.

" Beacuse I thought I taught you to make his pockets hurt." She frowned. " But I applaud you for getting that nigga to actually speak to you."

" I rather him not talk then talk and be mean cause that's how he treat me."

" It's okay because the meanest niggas love the hardest." She pointed her finger.

" I don't know why but I just had a strong urge to bite you." I said seriously.

" Yeah , I don't want you hanging around him no more." She said laughing.

" That's gone be my lil boo."

" I could see it." She nodded smiling. " I need a sugar daddy."

" You need to see a therapist." I made a face.

" Tell that to the nigga you wanna fuck." She waved me off.

" Already did." I stuck my tongue out.

" Don't tell nobody else that."

xx

this was short cause i lowkey got
writers block