POV: Zayvon Michael Ali, 19 - 🇹🇹
I was ready to pick up Ameera or wusaname. I was jus tryna get some ykw and dip.
She come out the house lookin fine asf, but there's one problem. This bitch is wearing jeans. But imma still give ha a chance.
Ion open the door for this bitch, cs who tf wears jeans on dates.
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8:14pm
We get to the movies.
"so wtw..?" I ask. hopefully this girl is on the same page.
"nigga wym, I'm tryna watch this movie." she laughs
I laugh too, but that shit wasn't funny.
So now I know what I gotta do, but I was hoping I didn't have to do it, yk..
8:57pm
the movie started and blah blah blah.. I start rubbin on ha thigh and shit, and she keeps giggling pushing me away.
"so imma ask one mo time, wtw." I whisper in her ear.
"no."
"wtf you mean "no"? that's what a nigga came here for."
"I'm not ready for that shit, and i barely even know y-" I cut her off.
"Ion wanna hear it". Thankfully this theater was empty, since the movie I picked out was trash asl..
I put my hand around her throat. Tightly. Ion think this bitch understands. I'm getting what tf I want. No matter how it ends.