Dayvon's POV:
I looked at her as she slept , she looked like angel , she also looked so innocent.
Those innocent eyes
That smile on your face
Makes it easy to trust you
If they only knew
The girl with the tattoo
Like I do.
As I was imagining all the things I wanted to do with her I got a phone call.
"Von , get yo ass down here." A voice said , I knew that voice it was Tyquian's voice. That nigga never liked me and I hated him too.
We used to be cool , we went school together and all that shit till he got mad that I fucked his baby mama.
I mean it ain't my fault your stroke game weak🤷🏾♂️
I didn't want to leave Chantel though. I really brought this girl to the O and leaving her alone without anyone is way to risky.
"Ay Chantel." I whispered waking her up. "Mhm." She groaned with her eyes still closed.
"Listen I gotta go handle business, I finna be back don't answer the door aight." I said firmly. "Mhm." She groaned again.
~~
Me and Durk and some oft pulled up to where Tyquian and his gang were.
"I ain think you pussy ass was gon show up." He said.
"Yo punk ass should know ion play , ain't that why I had Rhonda calling me daddy." I said knowing that would piss him off , and it did.
"Whoa Whoa!" His gang shouted holding him back , he let off a few shots making people run away.
Me , Durk and Booka all shot back , we wasn't having that shit. But before we knew it cops pulled up.
"I didn't do anything!" Tyquian's pussy ass said crying.
He was never built for street life , he just acted tough for no reason.
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Chantel's POV:
I woke up with nobody by my side , I was so confused where the fuck was Von. I hope his ass didn't play me.
I sit up from the bed and tried calling Von but it went straight to voicemail. I thought maybe he went out so I began scrolling through social media.
But something caught my attention ,
𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗧.
𝗥𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗩𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁.
I couldn't believe this shit. Already? Couldn't have this nigga just calmed down we were genuinely having a good day before this.
But I didn't want to go home to Asian , what was I going to do??
I didn't even know where I was , I felt tears building up as I paced up and down the room.
After a while I finally calmed down a little , until I heard a knock at the door.
The same light skin girl from earlier was standing at the door , damn she always knock at people's door.
I opened it for her. "Hi um why are you here?" She asked me.
"Oh I was hanging out with Von." I said too her. "Oh." She replied.
She sat down and turned on the TV. "Girl you look a mess have you been crying?" She asked me.
"Yeah , did you hear." I said to her. She nodded her head. "I just wish they'd stay out of trouble." She said shaking her head.
"Yeah." I said under my breath , "anyways we need to get them out." She said.
"How?" I asked her in confusion. "You ain't never dated a hood nigga have you?" She said laughing.
I shook it my head , "your so innocent." She said to me. "Girl I'm whole stripper." I said to her.
She raised an eyebrow , "really , is that where you met Von?" She asked. I told her yes.
"What's your name?" I asked her. "India." She replied.
Its cute name I won't lie.
"Why you at Von's house?" I asked India. "
I went to Durk's house but he wasn't there , so I came to see if he was here than I heard the news." She replied. Something was off about India.
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Dayvon's POV:
"I ain't do shit." I said smacking my lips. "Listen you'll only make it worse." An officer said.
I sat in an empty cell by myself , but Chantel was the only thing on my mind.
I tried my hardest to think about anything else but I just couldn't.
𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋.
HEYY YALL SO TOMORROW IMMA DO FIVE SO YEAH BYEEE
