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Jay p.o.v
I was in the kitchen with juice and Omar

Omar: her name is Parker

Me: she's cute

Juice: man let the little nigga have Omar sloppy seconds

Me: Omar never had her

Omar: ouch that hurt

I saw august come down the stairs..he was fixing his sweatpants

Omar: look like someone got some pussy

Juice: sup Aug

August; hi

Me: damn nigga you look hit

August: I had a long night

We all looked at him

August: ain't nothing happen so relax

Juice: Omar run me my money

Omar; man

August; y'all taking bets on me now

Omar gave juice his money

Me: if you don't fuck her I'll take her from you

August; Jay I'm not doing this with you today

He grabbed his car keys

August: you ready to go

Parker: yup

Me: where you going

August: I'm taking h-

Me: I wasn't talking to you..I'm talking to her

Parker: I'm going home

Me; I can take you if you-

Parker: I'm good

She grabbed august hand and they walked out

Omar: see I told you that's how she is

Me: playing hard to get I see

Juice: the way she grabbed august hand.. she sprung on him

Me: I don't give a fuck..imma get what I want
End p.o.v

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