Note — I hope y'all haven't been pronouncing Jaz'mone like Jazmine 😭 it's pronounced [Jaz-Monae]
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RED𝑅𝑈𝑀.present day ↛ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗑, 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗋𝗄 ↛ 10:01pm, 2022.
"I don't care, I don't care, I don't care. I'm not goin' back ta' that house, if y'all stupid ass niggas wanna believe that childish ass shit that comes out of Peezy's mouth then be my fuckin' guest, but what the fuck I look like at my big ass age, believing that kiddie ass shit?" Jaz'mone said through gritted teeth, becoming more irritated by her girlfriend by the second.
"Girl bye. whateva' Niyah, I don't care bye." She said harshly before hanging up the phone before the older could respond, she was tired of everyone trying to get her to believe the fairytale that Peezy somehow managed to create within the small timeframe that he was at the house and the fact that he could lie about lives being lost and people being murdered was disgusting to her. Peezy was really close to becoming an outcast in her mind. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted people to know how crazy he was and she hoped that he would continue to tell that stupid story that supposedly could have caused him his life.
Jaz'mone snuggled deeper into her coat, clenching her bag tighter as she began to walk upon beggars and homeless people along the sidewalk. They're weren't about to take what she worked so hard for, "Fuck are you lookin' at?" She shouted before raising her left eyebrow at an older homeless woman who smiled in return, she shakily held her hand out as Jaz'mone neared her, hoping to receive some kind of change. Jaz'mone scoffed to herself, rolling her eyes.
"How about you apply fa' a fuckin' job before you go around askin' niggas fa' money?" She asked, it sparing the woman another glance as she walked past her. The woman's smile fell as she pushed herself against the brick wall, "La bruja" she mumbled watching as Jaz'mone walked away.