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"Good looking out bruh" I dapped up Tre as we walked outta prison.
"I'm just tryna figure out how the hell you end up in jail & I seen you 12 hours ago" He looked at me.
"I cursed out sum old white lady at da store & they called 12 on me" I lied.
"You always in sum shit" He chuckled shaking his head.
"Fuck up" I kissed my teeth.
On everything I love I was so done wit Esme, because of her ass I had to use all the money in my savings account for bail money. Ion even know why she thought it was cool to call 12 on me. Soon as they gave me my phone call I called Tre telling him to go to the bank & get every last dime that was sitting in my bank account.
"So you gon explain that text asking me if I wanted to go to Puerto Rico?" He eyed me.
"I needa get away" I shrugged.
"Get away from what nigga?" He frowned.
"Obviously Cali bitch" I stale faced him.
"You went to go see Esme didn't you?" He stopped in his tracks.
"Man nobody went to go see your cousin" I kissed my teeth.
"Ard bitch" He hopped in his car driving off.
I had sum shit pulled up my sleeve. I meant it when I said Esme gon feel it.
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"Mama!" Tre yelled as we walked into his mom house.
"Quit all that yelling Tre you know I'm in here" She spat.
"Why you so mean to your only son?" He sighed.
"Tre please get outta my face" She rolled her eyes.
"Hey Rico" She smiled.
"Wasgood Ms. Mills" I nodded.
"Y'all plate in the fridge" She pointed to the fridge.
"Tre have you talked to Esme? I went there to visit her yesterday and they told me she didn't wanna see anybody" She told him.
