• 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍 •
• 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊, 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊 •------------------------------------------------------------
"you real life annoying yo" India pushed my face making me laugh watching as she walked up to her door.
"you ain't even gon' say thank you for the ride?!" i yelled and she smiled.
"nope" she said before going into her house and shutting the door behind her without waving goodbye.
"she act so boujee" i chuckled and shook my head as i pulled away from her house.
it was cool to see her again. haven't spoken to her since graduation and it's been like a year maybe.
she real chill. i took her to the studio and we just chilled, smoked a little, and listened to tracks. she was playin' on me though tryna say my shit was trash like she'on bump to it in her lil videos 😂.
You can tell fivio still got eyes on her. it ain't even much feelings but he probably just glued to her body or some shit.
don't get me wrong, India's pretty in her face and body but knowing fivio, all he remember is how good her pussy felt or some dumb shit.
me and india was cool back in high school.. we ain't really speak a lot but when we saw each other we'd fuck around and shit (not sexually).
she always kept me on my toes and shit. always made sure i was gettin' to class on time and she'd beg me to take off my bandana's and shit cause she didn't want anything to happen to me. i never really got why she was so scared.. she think i'm a fake gangbanger or some shit?
which also meant i always looked after her too. from afar though.. like if she was walking and i saw her i'd just make sure she got in her house or wherever she was going safely. i wasn't really into her i just wanted her to be safe. especially since the area we live in isn't the safest.
i always thought she was pretty and shit but ever since her and fivio fucked, i can't look at her and see the old her. what i think about is that she deadass had my homies dick in her.. which isn't sum i wanna think about.