Lame

3rd

Yo full disclosure, I am black. And I got words in here that anyone who isn't black or partially black can't use. So yeah.

I called the gc, not facetime though cause I didn't feel like it. "What bitch?" "You guys ever been a bestman before?" "Uh no?" "Nigga why would I do that shit." "Yeah, seems boring as fuck." I chuckled, "Yeah, but anyways y'all tryna be the bestmans at my wedding?" "Shit okay. Uh since when did you have a fiancé." "Since today." "Oh, is it that mobster you went home with? Cause we thought you was dead."

"Yup." "Details." "Basically he's gotta get married, plus it's not like I wanna marry someone else." "So you wanna marry him?" I paused, "Well, I don't know him that well." "He's a mobster, kills and tortures people, scary, and doesn't say sorry or please." Well he says those to me. "And hot, rich, successful, plus he's not a complete loser."

"Mhm, what day is it?" "Uh, I dunno." "Dumbass." "Suck my dick." "You fuck your husband with that attitude?" I frowned, "What attitude." JD butted in, "Nigga the one you using." "Ion got a fuckin attitude, all of y'all can suck it." "Mmm, sounds like you got an attitude." "Bruh facts I don't." "A T T A T U D E." "You spelt it wrong dumbass." "Facts I didn't." "See this is why yo slow ass got held back, TWICE." "Bruh shut up, ain't you the one with like 50 bodies."

"Cap, 21." "Yeah aight, but you don't know all they names." "Okay, when's the last time you fucked somebody?" "Didn't Mickey and his friends run a train on you?" "Nah you cappin, Mickey and Garrett both fucked me. Not the whole squad." "Okay homie hopper, you gonna fuck Matteo's friends then?" "Shittttt, some of them fine. But nah, I'm not gone homie hop."

"Mhm, y'all tryna get on the game." "Bet." "Sure." "Yuh." "I'm not home right now." "Damn, when you gonna be home?" "Ion know." "Aight." "Deuces." I ended and did pushups, again I saw Matteo's name on the call. Little sneaky bastard. And then my ex called, how interesting. "What RJ?" "Word around is you getting married." "So?" "Drop that psychotic ugly hoe, get back with me." I chuckled, "Eh, wouldn't really consider him ugly or psychotic. Either way answers no."

"What does he have that I don't?!" "Uh for starters, a life. I mean there's a whole list bro." "Okay, what's he better at then me." "Uh, everything." "Atleast I'm hotter." "Bullshit detected." "Oh fuck you, he'll kill you sooner or later." I grinned, "I mean I'll die someday." I ended and again Matteo was on it!  I was getting cold again so I went back inside. "Should I fuck other people if I'm getting married?" He asked them as I was walking in.

"Didn't he just tell you to go outside dumb prick." Barry, a mobster with a short temper stood up and was directly next to me. I turned fully to him, "Bro, the temperature dropped like 20 degrees." "I'm not your bro. Go back outside, it's a private conversation." Matteo frowned and ran his fingers through his hair. "One word, cold." He pinned me to the wall. "Out." "No."

He punched me and punched me again, mobsters are jus violent in general, mostly short tempered. Well I got up and swung back, a clean right hook. "Fuck! Matteo get your bitch." I'm glad I took off his sweatshirt, otherwise there would be blood on it. "Jay, stop it." "But he-" "Stop it." I frowned and sat down. "Go to the car or something." "Why?"

"Cause you can't be in my conversations." "Yet you talk about me in them?" He frowned, "Wether your name is involved doesn't matter." "Uh yes it does, if my name's in it then so am I." "Just fuck off for a minute!" He ain't have to yell, sounds like my stepdad. "God what is it with your people and yelling." "What the fuck does that mean."

"Rich guys who get whatever they want, you all yell for no fucking reason." "Because you don't fucking listen when I use a normal tone." "So yelling makes your problems disappear." "Yeah. Now will you fucking go outside!?!?!" I frowned but got up, I didn't say anything but when I shut the door it shattered. Oops.

"What did you do now." He yelled and I frowned, "I didn't do it on purpose." "Yeah well now I gotta get that shit fixed." "Can you stop yelling?" "Can you learn to listen the first time? Or maybe not to break other peoples shit." Still yelling. I walked out, I do kinda got a short fuse. Thank my deadbeat dad and stepdad for that.