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3 Weeks Later
Egypt POV
"Got me feeling single, bout to get out." I danced.
"Oh you felt that huh?" KJ looked at me.
"Hey." I frowned.
I'm not sure what we was doing, I haven't heard from him since he left my house. Which made me even more upset.
Today was Des birthday though so we were planning a surprise for him right now. Just something small with all of us.
I continued blowing up the balloons hearing the fence door close. I heard my dad talking and I looked up seeing Key.
"This shit finna be so goooodd." I heard Amethsyt mumbled.
"You don't want me to get to talking shit about you, you don't want me to expose you." I pointed at her.
"Hostile lil heartbroken hoe." Paris muttered.
"Bitch." I threw a balloon at her.
"You ain't fucking wit my clique." Angel stuck her tongue out.
"I wish y'all would shut the hell up." I mumbled.
"Celine take yo sad ass on." My dad waved me off.
"Hollywood, they shoulda kept yo ass locked up." I pointed at him.
"Wooooowwww." Dee dragged.
"Make yourself useful Egyptian go get us a beer." My dad pointed towards inside his house.
"You lucky I wanted me a wine cooler." I picked up the cooler handle.
I dragged it inside before opening the freezer. I dumped ice in it before opening up the fridge. I grabbed some beers, some wine coolers, and some White Claws.
"Ima bad bitch, you can't break my heart." I mumbled.
I heard somebody clear their throat making me jump. I turned behind me and saw Key making me roll my eyes.
"If you need something ask my dad." I said.
"You good?" He ignored my statement.
"Like you care." I muttered.
I closed the fridge and closed the top to the cooler. I went to pick it up before he grabbed it from my arms.
"I got it." He towered over me.
I nodded about to walk away before he grabbed my arm. I turned back to him and he looked down at me.
"I do care, so stop that shit. You still my shordy, chillat wit all dat."
"Whatever Key." I rolled my eyes walking back outside.
I saw Des and Yana had showed up making me frown.
"We missed the surprise." I sat back in my seat.
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GAME AIN'T FREE
Teen Fiction-a traphouse production- my works #3 ...™️ "he got bands but i know he ain't me"