𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲

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𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐞
𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐬
𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 | 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐢 | 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐢

Kiordre stood over me as we stood at the cafe waiting for our food. They were always running a little behind so we were trying to be patient. Well, I was but he was getting aggravated. He started talking about the people and everything.

"You're a mess." I said looking up at him as he laughed hysterically on my shoulder. I didn't find it funny because these people really looked stressed out.

"Nigga look like he finna pass out yo," He said. "That's that feen shit I he talking bout. Shit not cool bro."

I laughed. "You all like not cool," I said. "You're a mess. It's real bad if you ask me."

"Well good thing I didn't." He said before looking up to see if his number was called. He smacked his lips and shook his head before busting out laughing. 

"Stop making fun of them people." I said squinting my eyes at him as he laughed. "They really trying."

"Not trying hard enough." He said calming his laughter. "They some wild ass niggas bro. They need to finish my food. I got class in a little bit."

"Me too," I said. "What class you got?"

"Communications." He said running his hand down his face before blowing out a breathe. "Shit ass."

"I already know," I said. "I'm over school like sorry to say but it's so damn boring being in here."

"That's cause you wanna be doing what you want. This shit take discipline." He said looking down at me. "If you really wanna make your goal, you gotta lock into this shit. That's the only way you gon survive."

I busted out laughing. He was being all deep and shit for what? I know I need to lock into school. Basketball niggas. Always wanna be motivational and shit.

"Ain't shit funny nigga, watch." He said shaking his finger at me, I rolled my eyes.

"Boy, you're talking like this the streets or something."

He smacked his lips. "I'm telling you some real shit about school, dummy. That's how I talk. I relate everything to the streets sometimes as a way of understanding and shit. Feel me?"

I nodded my head with a smile. I understood exactly what he was saying. He ghetto as fuck back home which I knew but if that's how he understands then ok.

"So even when you playing basketball?" I asked, he smirked and shook his head staying silent.

"You a sneaky lil nigga." I said pushing him, he laughed me before grabbing my arm.

"Stop pushing on me in here before we get to fighting." He said. "We cannot fuck in this cafe. That'll be crazy."

My eyes widened as I looked at him in shock. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Why you so sneaky when it come to basketball?" I asked eyeing him. "Everytime I ask you about it you act like you can't talk about it or something."