𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 ᵃ ᵖᵗ ᵗʷᵒ

•𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪•

•𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪•

"morning my heartt." i felt mya's arms cling around my neck as she hugged me a little too tight.. i expected i'd be used to her being so fucking energetic so early in the morning.. but nah. i still hate it.

"i told you to chill wih all of this energy mya.." i sighed as i slammed my locker shut, the big ass binder in my other hand. her arms drop off me allowing me to turn around.

"and i told you to get use to it bitch."

"im trying." i rolled my eyes and i started for my first class, her following after me slowly. i hated this new ass school, niggas act like they ain't never seen a bitch before when it comes to me, wanna be glued to me. dd ain't havin' it either.. he dead wants to move down to jersey to watch all these lil niggas. i don't find nun of them fine either. i literally got all of these girls celeb crush, and that's why all of em wanna be my friends, but with mya.. she ain't even know who dd was and that's what makes her so special to me, her interest in me was pure.

"yoo twinnem." i heard booma's voice come right next to me as we pass his locker, his arm wrapping around my shoulder as he continued walking with us.

"hi kai."

"why so fucking dry today?" his arm drops off from my shoulders now.

"thas wha' im sayin'." mya agreed with her older brotha, that's anotha thing, every girl in this school is so obsessed with zahkai and hate me for being his girl bestfriend when it's never like that, niggas think since we bestfriends i be sucking his dick every weekend when it's actually not that.

"igh we finna dip." mya grabbed my arm dragging me into the class ready as fuck to see ha lil crush, which im tired of cause he wants ha too and continues asking me about her.. we walked to the back of the classroom where our seats were, she immediately plopped down on her seat as for me, i took my time dappin' up all the "fans." i just like to make em feel special just to never be their friends.. they only want to be around me for dd, which they ain't eva gonna get cause shit... ima protect my man, the fuck?

"yoo riri." a nigga i have never talked to called out to me, he motioned me ova so i looked at mya who raised her eyebrows and just laughed. i rolled my eyes and walked over making sure to seem irritated.

"hm?" i looked at the nigga like he was dumb.

"trynna sit next to me fa this class?"

"for what though..?"

"i wanna talk to you."

"uh.. you sound weird as fuck nigga, be more clear."

"just cause you dd osama's baby moms doesn't mean you all hollywood, especially to me, a whole nigga. i don't give no fuck bout no lil boy, sit." he really was taking me like a joke, but.. him saying that made shit.. i don't know.. less.. tense? so i just sat down, sliding the binder into the desk, soon after just opening up my phone to insta.
"so whassgud witchu?

" if you know im wih dd.. why you seem so interested in me?"

"a nigga can't try to make friends?"

"nah."

"oh my fault buh thas how it works in jersey ma."