Tempest Nikole Harris
𝙰𝚃𝙻𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰 𝙶𝙰 .
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"get out my face, richard, you pissing me the fuck off." i smacked my teeth.
"ion give a fuck." he shrugged grabbing his gun. "i don't give a fuck either so that's both of us." i shrugged.
"you on that weird shit." he shook his head.
"ian on weird shit, i'm coolin." i said. "and if i'm weird stop fuckin with me." i continued.
"why you keep saying that? you must wanna stop fuckin wit me." he laughed.
"it's cool though. ian finna trip." he shrugged.
"okay? you keep talking like shut the fuck up." i rolled my eyes.
"finna go talk to another bitch then." he shrugged.
"and i'll just go talk to another nigga. it'll be that simple." i smiled. "them broke ass niggas." he laughed.
"iant fazed by that,"
"if i fuck with any nigga they're definitely not broke." i said. "best believe that boo, no broke niggas in this phone." i mumbled.
"aight." he nodded. "and if you do go and try to be funny talking to another bitch ima smack the fuck out you." i pointed my finger in his face.
"like on some real shit cause i wasn't even being for real.." i trailed off.
"you just gone have to smack me then." he shrugged. wanna know what i did? smacked him.
he grabbed me and slammed me on the bed. "stop putting yo hands on me." he said, looking me in my eyes.
"you must want some dick." he whispered in my ear.
"but too bad cause yeen getting none." he said then stood back up.
"i hate you." i said. "i love you too boo."
"where you about to go?" i asked. "on the block, you wanna come with me?" he asked making me shake my head.
"im bout to go somewhere." i told him. "with who?"
"all the girls." i said as i stood up, grabbing my purse. we walked out my house together.
"see you later, be safe." i pecked his lips. "always."
