𝟒 𝐃𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆

𝟎𝟔

Didn't proofread, ignore any mistakes.

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭:

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐆. 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋
𝙳𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙸𝚃, 𝙼𝙸 ➪ 𝟷:𝟶𝟶 𝙿𝙼

"I miss my fake friends. They were some snakes, but we had some good times.", Niya sighed.

"Girl, shut up. You taking up all the clean air.", Symere said, mugging her.

"Fuck you.", she snapped.

"Both of y'all shut the hell up.", I mumbled.

They making my headache worse. Ever since they got here, they been going back and forth.

"You been moody all morning.", Symere pointed out.

I just stale-faced him in response, going back on my phone.

"Maybe she on her period.", Niya mumbled.

"Don't you have some chores to be doing? Why you over here?", I asked.

"Don't you got hoes to be fucking?", she asked back.

You're one of them...

"Niya, shut the hell up. Talk too damn much.", I responded.

She rolled her eyes. She started huffing and puffing, crossing her arms.

"Why y'all can't be quiet like Mandisa?", I asked, pointing to him.

He looked up from his phone, looking lost.

"I'm texting someone. That's why I'm quiet.", he said.

"You texting that girl from Footlocker?", Symere asked.

He grinned, locking his phone.

"You should put me on with someone, Sy.", I said.

"I got you. You know I'm the love doctor.", he smirked, getting up.

"Nigga, you never been in a relationship.", Mandisa said.

"Coaches don't play.", Symere pointed out.

"You not a coach though...", Mandisa mumbled.

"Have Niya put you on with one of her lil friends.", Symere suggested.

I looked over at Niya and she was mugging the fuck out of Symere. She rolled her eyes before looking back at the TV.

"Niya ain't doing shit. Especially not for that bitch.", she mumbled.

"Watch your language.", I said.

"I'm going to the store, y'all want something?", he announced.