𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀, a 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤!

NOTTI SAT IN the studio with unreleased music blasting through speakers as smoke was everywhere. he had just came back from Riyah's house and his thoughts were still all over the place not being able to comprehend what happened.

it was no secret that he was feeling her, he made it extremely obvious most of the time.

at first his only intentions were to troll her and get a reaction of of her but, the more he communicated with her, the more obsessed he became.

he wondered what his brothers reaction would be if he ever told him that he made out with somebody who dissed his whole gang, making him realise it was best to just keep it a secret. Notti was pissed at the fact his brother had to be the one to ruin the moment. "bro you mad quiet, you aight?" asked Ddot, Notti didn't acknowledge that the whole time his thoughts were running, he was sat staring at nothing.

"i'm cool, just thinking." he replied quickly, trying not to get into anymore detail.

"you needa record ya shit Notti." Ddot hurried Notti into standing up seeing as they barely had time left, Notti got up before taking his shiesty off due to the heat. "DD record his shit yet?" Notti asked.

"yeah my heart he-" Ddot interrupted himself as noticed the marks on the boys neck, he raised his eyebrows in surprise. "nah what the fuck?" he continued with a laugh.

Notti, who didn't know what he was talking about, stood there with a confused look not knowing what the boy was so shocked about. "what?"

"my boy got a hickey on his neck!" he shouted making everybody in the studio room turn around, Notti groaned realising that he had forgotten about them.

he tried to prepare himself from the questions that were going to be asked. "nah who got ya shit marked up nigga?" DD questioned, he came close to his brother to examine his neck. "you gotta girl?"