# 𝓘 𝓦𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝓗𝐄𝐑, 𝓑𝐀𝐃 - 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖 𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑎 !

𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲

notti osama pov ✰
august 30th, tuesday

"yo notti get the fuck up bro." this dumbass nigga ddot groaned for the 6th time that morning.

"ddot.. aint i said im not fuckin comin!" i raised my voice. i kept tellin this nigga i'm not comin ta school and he keep tellin me ta get up like ima change my mind bro. "i don't give a fuck bro. i aint comin.." i mumbled before taking a drag from my blunt.

i ain't even go ta sleep last night. i jus been stayin up all night waiting for gianna to respond, then fallin asleep durin the day trying keep my shit together when she doesn't. jus thinkin and smokin all the pain away. and school was the last fuckin thing on my mind. i can't go back there while me and gianna on bad terms cause ima really break down if i see ha and ian gon focus on shit. so might as well not go.

ion know why i was tryna act like i'm nonchalant and shit knowin there ain't a second that go by that i dont want her right next ta me. now she deadass ignorin me and i'm losing my shit nd everything just fuckin me up right now.

"yo bro! you ain't come yesterday either bro what the fuck notti." ddot yelled back through my phone.

he really don't understand how guilty i feel right now. like my stomach is constantly just turning everytime i breathe cause i did her wrong. i don't wanna lose ha and i don't wanna lie ta ha, and my goal is ta never lie ta ha.. but shit gettin heavy now. i ain't never felt this way in my life and this shit is killin me.

"ddot.. ima talk ta you later my heart." i muttered about to just hang up on that nigga before he stopped me.

"hol onnn notti damn." i sighed and moved my thumb away from the 'end' button waiting for ddot to jus say what the fuck he had to say so i could jus sleep. "wassup witchu my heart? you makin niggas worried and shit bro. niggas goin ta da block you not there, niggas finna hang out somewhere, you not there, niggas pulling up ta the stu, you not there, niggas at fuckin school, you not there bro. what's goin on witchu? you ain't even tryna talk to niggas no more mh. we miss you. real shit"

"nah.. ddot i'm aight. don't een worry bout me my heart." i said forcing a slight smile on my face. ddot really means well but i'm really jus tryna be alone right now and he makin it hard to keep my paitence. but i'm not gon take my problems out on him.

"bro.. niggas haven't seen you in real life fa almost a fuckin.. week nigga. fuck allat, what's really wrong witchu. you not 'aight' so stop lyin." ddot said getting loud. ddot that typa nigga that won't leave you alone till he get the truth and nothin but the truth, cs he really care.

"ethann!" i heard my mom call from down the hallway. "sal y trae tu comida, baby. (come out and get ya food baby)."

"espera, mami (wait mami)!" i replied to her before letting ddot know i'll call him later. i finally hung up and took a deep breathe getting ready to go and repeat my routine wit my mom for the past 3 days.

i opened my room door and walked out slightly seein my mom there wit a plate of food in her hands.

"buenos días, mi amor (good morning, my love)," she said placin a kiss on my cheek. i smiled a lil bit to please her but she still had her eyebrows saddened while she caressed my cheek.

"aw.. ¿qué le pasa a mi hijo? (what's wrong my son?)" she whispered moving my curls outta my face. "i haven't seen you smile for 2 days.. wha happened baby? you usually always happy."