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"Why my shit in yo hand, cuhs?" I stepped back into the room, a towel covering my damp hair
"It kept ringing, so I was putting it on silent..." London jumped at the sound of my voice and put her hands away from it, before attempting to give me a reassuring look. "That's all, babe."
She put my phone back onto the dresser after I glanced at her.
I ain't trust shit that bitch said.
"Don't touch my shit. Ion even play like that." I looked directly at her nervous look. "A nigga barely even know yo ass, shorty. Hell nah."
"Okay.." She looked saddened from my words.
She lowkey was starting to piss me off too. Because her ass gone call me all the way over to her shit, hyped her skills up just to gimme garbage ass head.
I took a step to the side of her bed and grabbed out my phone, on the charger, which had read 6:47 p.m. Outside, it was starting to get dark, so I knew I'd have to leave soon.
"I'm bouta leave." As I began to put my shoes on, I told London.
"Wait, you didn't wanna stay the night?" She asked in an sedative tone.
"When I ever spend a night at cho crib, shorty?" I asked, while slipping on my red Nike-Tech jacket.
"Ion know.. I just thought you would've today." She frowned and placed the blanket on top of her bare body.
"I'm straight. Come lock yo door." I left her room, headed down the hall and towards the front door.
Making sure my gun was tucked to my side, I walked out of her house and to my Dodge ChargerScatpack— which was parked in the parking lot.
Before I started driving, I tried to find a song from outta playlist. I couldn't stand driving in a car that was quiet; I had to have some typa music playing.
Before I could even pull off, someone started calling me.
"Yooo?" I answered the phone call.
"Aye gang, where you at?" Trey questioned on the other line.
"For what, nigga? You questioning me like you my momma or sum."
