Trinntez and Camellia seem to have the perfect relationship to other people but there may be a facade...
Is Trinntez really who he says he is? Will Camellia stay committed to the relationship despite the drama? Find out more in each episode of "Livi...
I just close my phone and start driving. ______________________________ Jalen POV :
After Trinn black ass leave, me and Erick start getting ready for Rollercade, it's already 9:00 pm. We get dressed, call our other bitches then we start taking pictures before we hop in the car.
"Ouu brother, this one so cute! We gotta post it." I said to Erick, excited.
"Yesss!! Come on, post it so we could leave" Erick said back.
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𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙩.𝙚_ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 900 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙟𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣 : Any Bitch I Hang Around, You Know That Bitch A 10! 🤞🏾 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙩.𝙚_ : 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙚 ! 🤍 𝙩𝙖𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚𝙯 : 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 😘
We make our way to Rollercade and the parking lot full as hell, I see trade left and right. I peep Trinn walking in with his niggas, I don't even wanna speak to him 'cause I know he gon' be on some other shit. Me and my bitches walk in looking fab. Of course I keep a bad bitch to my right, I'm Jalen, like HELLOOOO?? Lemme text Trinn ugly ass.
𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒏 ❤️
hey luh boy, i know you see me
lmaooo watxh out man, yea i see u n what? im wit da guys xhill 😂 i guess, fuck off my phone, i'll text you later 😘
goofy ass lil nigga, ight
boy bye 👋🏾
My bitches and I are skating and just having the usual fun, as we skating, they start playing KashDoll. She is a Detroit legend okayyy? They start playing "For Everybody" and you know we start singing, "Said you'll never be his wifey, as if you'd ever have the option..." My friends and I step off the floor, go to get some drinks then come back and sit down. It's now 11:00 pm and everybody just having a good time, literally the whole Detroit showed up, even the little kids were tryna come in. When it's a city wide move, best believe they gon' step. Erick starts talking to me while I'm checking my phone.
"Brother looook!!" He says, showing me his phone to notice our picture got 900 likes.
"Oh shit! IG fuckin' wit' us tonight!" I said excited.
"900 likes??? Like HELLOOOOO!" Erick screams back to me.
We both start chuckling.
"Where yo nigga at?" Erick asks me.
"That is not my nigga, he just my plug" I say back, rolling my eyes.
"I gu-" Erick is stopped by the screaming of a bunch of people in the rink.
I look around and realize someone is shooting inside of Rollercade... every fucking time bro. Detroit can never just have a good time without someone messing it up. I drop to the ground, making sure I stay safe, these shots sound close to me.
_____________________________ While Jalen and his friends are having a good time, Trinntez and his friends, on the other hand are skating. Trinn's close friend Ty tells Trinn and the rest of their friends that he's going to purchase something to drink. They all say okay and let him leave. Ty makes his way to the counter and orders a sprite. While the person working register is putting the drink on the tab, someone bumps into Ty. Ty turns around and realizes it's Jay, someone from the rival side of town. Even with knowing this, he doesn't want to choose violence while others are having fun. He simply tells Jay, "Watch where you going lil' bruh". Yet, Jay's response is "Suck my dick". Ty looks at Jay with a confused face, and follows through with a uppercut to his chin. Jay pulls out his pistol and begins to pull the trigger. He lets off a shot, hitting Ty in the side, a little above his hip. Ty falls to the ground and starts to hold his side trying to stop the blood. Jay lets off one more shot and hits Ty in the chest. After, Jay signals his friends and runs out of the skating rink. Everyone else is left screaming and running. Jalen and Erick finally hear the gunshots die down and they run out as well. Trinn and his other friends run over to Ty, helping him up. "Come on bruh, you got this. Yo ass better not die on me T" says Trinn.
