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cinco

Chapter Cinco: B*tch, Don't Kill My Vibe.

Diamond Miller
California

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i barely opened my eyes rubbing the crust out and felt around the bed in the covers, looking for my phone, then checking my phone.

i was at one of my lil yea's place and i did not mean to fall asleep i dont ever do that shit, my trust issues too bad..nigga might see something in my phone and suffocate my little ass.

Gio 🖤

tryna hotbox?

i sat up immediately and texted back with the light of speed.

never missing a match

"where you goin mamas" she said groggily.

"out" i said cringing grabbing my clothes off the floor and putting them back on, putting my foam runners back on.

who the fuck even says mamas..

"tell em you busy with some real nigga dick right now" he called out.

yup neva coming back over here buddy tripping

i side eyed the fuck out of his back and left out his room closing the door behind myself quietly. i walked down the hall then down the steps, i went out the front door.

since i did not have a key i locked the button lock and went on my way.

i hopped in my jeep and quickly pulled out of the driveway and going to my gio's place.

"can i take some time outt for to tell you i forgive you and i miss you can you come hommeeee its fucking with my mind i cant leave it aloneee"

i heard gio singing as i pulled up next to his car in his driveway.

"nigga" i said laughing rolling my window up and getting out, walking around and getting in the passenger side of his car.

"waddamm twin" gio said greeting me.

"yurrr whats hannin" i said.

"what the fuck you even doin up man??" gio asked me as he lit the wood.

"man i was at buddy house and i wasn't even tryna say that long forreal so i jus went ahead and exited stage left." i said shaking my head.

"why u doin that nice dude like that" gio said laughing.

"cause he always runnin them fat ass dicksuckers i dont een be listenin most of the time cause he so fuckin corny" i said shaking my head as he passed me the wood.

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"so have you been putting your journal to use, diamond?" my therapist, Miss katie smiled asking me.

we were in her session room there was a two seat couch and then a chair in front of it where miss katie sits with her lil notepad. i, of course sit on the two seat couch..the room was warm theme, lots of browns.

"mm yea somethin like that" i said dryly.

i didn't even want to be here..

"so how have you been lately? anything you want to share?" miss katie asked changing the subject.

"nah. i got a new tat doe" i said showing her.

"wow. nice. meet any new people?" she asked.

"i mean i been talking to this new guy..he ain't all that important." i shrugged.

"well he has to be some type of important if your talking to him willingly." she said.

"yeah you lowkey right bout that one" i chuckled.