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𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

"I'm outside," I told Jaylen as I stood in front of his door. Shuffling was heard from on the other end of the phone before the door was swung open.

Jaylen stood in front of the open door with a white wife beater and some black joggers on. His eyes were red and watery, my eyes traveled to the side of his face being met with the red hand mark that I saw earlier on FaceTime. I began balling my fist at the sight, this shit finna make me mad.

I was snapped out of my thoughts at the feeling of Jaylen grabbing my balled-up hands before leading me somewhere inside of his house, probably his room.

I took the time to look around his house. The inside looked neat, it was like a modern theme. Some De'arra and Ken-type shit. There were paintings and drawings hung up on most of the walls inside the house. Most likely work done by Jaylen throughout the years.

Jaylen lead me to one of the rooms and opened the door. Walking inside the first thing I saw was the number of shoes this man had. He had almost every name-brand shoe in every single color you could get them in. I ain't seen this nigga wear most of these shoes at all, and some of them were still in the box.

"Quit staring, it ain't nothing to look at for real," Jaylen spoke sitting down at the edge of his bed. "Nothing to look at," Nigga you got the whole Finish Line store up in here," I replied as I took my shoes off before making my way towards him.

Soon as I was in his reach he grabbed me by my arm and pulled me on top of him. I scrunched my face up at him, "why you looking at me like that lil bit?" He laughed. "Cause you just yanked the fuck outta me," I replied as I adjusted myself on top of him.

"My bad." He spoke turning around to grab his fire stick remote, showcasing the mark on his face while doing so. Every time I look at that shit it pisses me off.

"Man Jaylen what happened to ya face? And please answer me this time." I lifted up his chin to examine the mark as I spoke.

"Ion really wanna talk about it right now though." He mumbled making me roll my eyes. "Ive been calling and texting yo ass all day worried about you, and then when I finally get in touch with you I see a mark on the side of yo face. You must be crazy if you think we ain't finna talk about this shit." I said sitting up on top of him.

"You just not gon let this shit go huh?" He sighed before pulling me back down on top of him. I shook my head no making him shake his head. "Don't shake yo head 'cause that's not fair. Like can I please at least know what happened for that mark to get-"

"I got into a fight." He cut me off from my rambling while flipping through the different shows on Netflix. "You bout ta blow my high." He mumbled. "Damn, so you got yo ass beat?" I ignored his comment. I'm guessing he went out sad, cause whoever fought him got his ass real good on the side of his face.

"You got me messed up." He huffed sitting up, oh so now he wanna talk for real. "Shit I'm just asking, did you?" If he did we can go get his lick back right now, I'm ready.