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Amari pov
"It wasn't khalil that did this shit." I said to step and Zavier as we sat around our meeting table.
"Who the fuck else could it be? No nigga dumb enough." Step shrugged.
Zavier usually sat in thought at these meetings only making suggestions.
"Them niggas that be following around melly." Zavier said and I nodded.
It would make sense for them to have shot me since khalil aint know shit and melly and i have heavy beef.
"I don't want Angel in this mess." I rubbed my face. "They saw me with her at her family shit, they been creeping around." I said seeing them get frustrated.
"You gotta stay away from her, just until we can deal with melly them." Zavier said and i nodded.
Melly and I had been beefing since we were kids, no way anytime soon that nigga could be dealt with.
"This shit sucks." Step rubbed his temple. "Honestly." I agreed with him.
later on
"...and that lowkey pissed me off, because why my food come cold?" Angel said finishing up something she was staying.
All that was on my mind was having to break up with her.
"I need to fall back." I said abruptly. "What you even talking about?" She sipped her smoothie coming to sit onside of me.
"We rushed into this lets just fall back." I said rubbing my temple.
"How we rush but you asked me?" She stood up laughing a little. Shit started scaring the hell out of me.
"If you wanna break up say that, and get the hell out." She cut me off before i could say anything.
"i do." I mumbled gathering my things. Shit hurt like hell to do but you can't be selfish with this.
