After many loss, deaths, and struggles. The three friends finally have the opportunity to leave their old life behind. Though, it still somehow tends to creep upon them bringing more misery and life threatening situations towards their way. (PROCESS...
While waiting on Bashar, DeonTre tried to freestyle a drill beat, meanwhile I was sitting down pouring me a glass of Hennessy.
"Man how he do it bro? Who the fuck like drill music?" DeonTre asked, taking the headphones off spinning in the chair.
"What's wrong with drill music?" I asked, raising an eyebrow looking at him. "You listen to Soulja Boy right?"
"No -
"Yes the fuck you do dumb ass"
"Just because he made 3Hunna with Chief Keef burnt ass don't mean shit"
"He a drill artist -
The door opened grabbing our attention. "Fuck you been puta?" DeonTre asked, spinning in the chair looking at Bashar. He chuckled sitting down next to me fixing his hood on his head.
"Man you gone catch some" DeonTre said, spinning in the chair.
"Why you jinxing it up on me homie?"
"Ian jinxing shit, I'm warning yo dumb peto bean head ah -
"Says the nigga who ain't know what a fucking verb was -
"Nigga yeen know how to spell broom - talm bout b.r.o.m - nigga that's brom head ah -
"Homie what's 2 x 2 ? -
"On God I'll run yo bitch ass over -
"Do it nigga -
I smacked Bashar side the head then threw my shoe at DeonTre. "Focus and do what the fuck we came here to do. You seen Daniel when you walked in?" I asked, smacking Bashar side the head getting his attention.
"The fuck you smhacked me for?" he asked, looking sad while holding his head.
"Did you see em?"
"Yeah he in the bathroom?". I pulled my phone out calling Tyeisha only to hear DeonTre in the background laughing. "On God don't come for me if yo English off, this nigga can't even say smack right - retarded having ah". She ain't answer though, ughhh-fucking bored.
𝐹𝑒𝑤 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝐿𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟
I was working on the computer with Daniel while Bashar and DeonTre was blowing smoke in each other faces. "Ou this shit fye" I said, smiling standing up straight.
"You fye to shawty with all that ass" Bashar responded, poking my ass only to get smhacked in the face.
"Stop testing my gangster"
"What gangster shawty?" he asked, getting up looking down at me...why his bitch ass so tall like bro am I really that short to where you have to look down at me.
"With yo short ah -
"I will beat yo ah to my size shawty and never forget that". Him and DeonTre laughed, I rolled my eyes hearing my phone ring.
"Who that is?" DeonTre asked, getting up blowing smoke in Bashar's face. "You wanna die my nigga?" Bashar asked.
"Yes". I looked up at him then rolled my eyes heading out the room with Daniel hearing shuffling looking back at my phone.
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Told myself I was done with this bitch ass nigga.
"Fuck you want?"
"Don't do that baby"
"What do you want?"
"Tryna see if you could come over-
"Nawl I got work to do"
"You lying to me?"
"Yes"
"Where you at? I'll come pick you up". I ran my fingers through my hair looking around. "I'll meet you at the park"
"Which one?"
"Which one you think? The one we always go to"
"Damn, what got you so worked up-
I hung up fixing my hair looking up seeing Daniel. "You bout to make a fucked up decision ain't cha?" he asked eating his rice crispy treat.
I looked at the floor then back at him slowly nodding. He pulled his phone out waving it in the air.
"I did to, so don't feel bad. Aye that's wassup. We some bad decision maker motherfuckers" he said, holding his hand out as I dapped him up chuckling.
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