I Think I love her (Thug Story)

Chapter 1

Jaylin POV

Wassup niggaz its yo boy Jaylin I'm 18 6'6 fine asf smooth chocolate skin and straight White teeth. I'm biggest king in Atlanta with my best friend Chris but in the streets were known as Killa and Smoke. I'm a senior brandford high and that's all yall need to no for now.

One time
Yo yo yoooo
MIGO!

Smoke one, one time (Smoke one)
Drink one, one time (drink, drink)
Lemme fuck something one time (Smash)
Turn the club up one time (Turn the club up)
Smoke some one time (Smoke)
Drink some one time (Drank)
Lemme fuck something one time
Turn the club up one ti-

I answered my phone without looking knowing it was my home boy Smoke.

Phone covo.

Me: What you want fool

Smoke : Ayee nigga I'm bout to hit up the strip club you down?

Me: Hell yea you know I'm down which one doe?

Smoke: The new one Xposed

Me: ight what time you trynna go?

Smoke: 9:30

I looked down at my Rolex and it read 7:30

Me: ight one

Smoke: one

I hopped of the couch and walked up stairs to my room and headed straight towards the bathroom. I turned on the shower and waited till it was piping hot and my mirror was foggy. 35 minutes I was done, I grabbed my towel rapped it around my waist. I walked in my room and walked straight into my walk in closet.

I pick out some dark blue true religion jeans and a my custom made red shirt wit the words FUCK DAT BITCH in black and my red and black retro 13's. I put on my gold chain, my bottom golds, and my gold Rolex.

I checked my Rolex and it read 8:45 oh well I'm be a little late shit it takes time to look this damn good

I jogged down the stairs and decided to drive my black Benz and hopped in on my way to the strip club I listened to flex (ooh-ooh-ooh) by rich homie quan

Aye, oh, there it is, there it is, there it is
There it is, there it is (Rich Homie, baby!)

Walked in 30,000 in my pocket
Had them niggas just like oh, ooh, ooh
15,000 dollars on your bitch wanna fuck me
Got her screamin' like oh, ooh, ooh
Cause I got a check, nigga wanna flex
Ain't gotta flex but I got it, oh, ooh, ooh
Give that ho some x, she gone wanna sex every nigga in the set
And now she screamin' like oh, ooh, ooh

Made some million dollars off a mixtape
And I'm fuckin' like, ooohhh
They try to drop me with a case but you know I had to skate it
I was singing like, oooohhh
Boy I know my role and I play it
If you heard that I'm talking then I said it
(Quan where you at?) At the top of the loft nigga, I stay
I'm a bad boy but I don't wear big clothes like Ma$e
In the club and a nigga get it boppin'
And that ho, she want a free drink, tell the bitch to get up off it
I'm the nigga to get it poppin', her hair short like Dennis Rodman
At the Clearport nigga, we flying, when I landed boy I