Chapter 3

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Same day
4:35pm Tuesday
Atlanta, Georgia
(Zuhnyiah house in the mm)

Zuhniyah Point Of view( Finally dat bitch ass nigga done wit his point of view like damn he was hogging that shit but anyway continue the story author ps.I love you)

As he was holding my throat, I ain't gonna lie I got a lil turn on by it but that eventually went away when I recall that, this the same nigga dat called me a "bitch"👀.

I mugged him. Grabbed his hand and push his hand back, so he can let go of my throat. It took me a good ass minute to get out of his strong ass wanna be the hulk headass grip. After I got out of his grip. I push him back and got into a fighting stance.

I look at him "Let's go man, I want my fucking round witchu cause you got me fucked up. If you think imma let you" I stop talking to catch my breath "grab my fucking throat like I'm sum type of animal or yo girlfriend" I pause for a minute to make sure he was listening.

Then I Continue with my rant " Then you got the fucking nerve to call me a bitch like I'm one of you fishy ass hoes, u can try dat Shìt again wit someone else but not me. Let's go man I want my one". I ain't even gonna lie ion even care if I get my ass beat by him, I just want my one momma and daddy ain't raise a fucking bitch fytb.

He did something that surprise me..... He got into a fighting stance and said "I ain't no pussy ass nigga so let's go and I'm not finna take it easy on yo midget ass" as he said dat he looked at me like I was a joke so next thing I know.....my hands had a mind of its own. I punch him. He end up grabbing my fist. I use my other hand to try to punch him but den he grabbed the other one.

Like damn my parents had one job was to make a lil bit more tall. He push me to the ground and got on top of me. Ion know if this nigga think he don't weight nun but he heavy ass hell very much giving me 600lb lifestyle.

He put my hands above my head, mind you dat we on the grass and ion like grass to many fucking bugs. He mugged me and started laughing in said " mamas u ain't even have to do all dat but imma let it pass since you fine. When I let yo up is u gonna stop acting like a angry chipmunk" he asked dat. I was finna go off on him but he gave me that look dat told me just to shut tf up.

After he saw me began to relax. He got off of me. He grabbed my hand to help me up. "Thanks nigga but dat don't mean we friends Ite" I said to him as I was looking at him slightly irritated.

"Ite lil mama" he said as he was bitting his lip looking at me. I blush, I'm glad he didn't see me blush thanks to me being darker. I looked back at our cars " I'm sorry about dat and you shouldn't be parking behind someone else's driveway anyway" I say referring to the car making hand gestures.

"Yea my bad mamas, don't worry about paying for it I got it" I looked at him surprise cause wasn't this just the same nigga dat just went off on me. Very much giving me bipolar vibes.

"Ite that's cool and by the way my name is Zuhnyiah. I never seen you around hear before. You just move around here ?" I asked him being nosy as usual.

" Nawl my momma live right next to yo house. I was coming here to visit her. My name is East"he say to me. He still haven't moved his eyes from me which made my body feel sum type of way but I like the confidence from him.

"Aww momma duke she cool asl, I never knew she had a son." I told him honestly As i tilted my head slightly. I said sum underneath my breathe " I guess we learn sum new everyday" as I mumbled more to my self.

"Aww yea I barely be out here. So I kinda see why u never knew. I guess we do see new people everyday" he said looking at me like he want eat me or sum. Like damn I knew I was looking like a full course meal. I guess he heard wat I said. I ain't even surprise cause my bestfriends always telling me I can't whisper for shit.

I smile slightly " Welp I guess imma go get my car fix. Imma let you go about yo day Mr.East" I said to him well walking to my car. He said "Can I get yo number mamas ?" Which made me stop walking. I turnt around "Nope, why would I give someone dat call me a "bitch" my number but you'll probably get it whenever u see me again" I say to him well looking frustrated but amazed at the same time.

He looked at me curious " What if I don't see you again doe ?" While scratching his head.

"U will see me. Did you forget yo momma house right next to mines ?" I say to him laughing while turning around, opening my car door.

"True but Ite lil mama I guess I see you whenever I see you" he said as he begin getting into his car to back up, so I can pull out. After he pulled out. I get into my car and hooked my phone up to my car and played "Right My Wrongs" by Bryson Tiller. I pulled out of my drive way and drove off. I started thinking.

Damn my car fucked up. I just met momma duke fine ass son. I could tell his was a hood nigga base off his energy but I ain't even complaining. Now I gotta go to the shop. Dats taking me out the way to meet my brother. I hit the steering wheel wit my hand. Getting mad welp now I gotta call him and explain this shit to him.

I pulled over on a street. Grabbed my phone out of my bag. I called my brother Zaire. As it ring, he picked up on the 4th ring " Yo wtf you at ? Cause I'm here already." he said in a agitated voice.

"My bad bro I got into a lil car acci-" before I could finish he cut me off in said " Wtf you mean lil car accident ? You okay ? Do you need to go to the hospital ? Do I need to call the fam ?" Before he could ask anything else I cut him off " Yea I'm cool. I'm just finna go get my car fix and get a rental cause ion feel like buying another car " I said to him breathe hard since I'm starting to get anxiety. "Hey calm down you gonna be alright try not to overwhelm yourself Ite" he said sounding concern trying to calm me down.

"Yea I'm good but imma call you when I'm done wit everything Ite bro" I said to him, he said ok. We said I love you before getting off the phone. I tossed my phone on the passenger seat. I started the car up, made my way to get my car fixed.

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