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January 23rd, 2023
JAYHOUND
i sat in my room listening to my unreleased, smoking my blunt. "she the shit ima tell ha the truth." i mumble singing along before taking a hit from my blunt
i shook my head to the beat. i picked up my other phone going on instagram. i want straight to lylas page. this dead my 10th time going through her highlights today.
i felt bad fa what i said to her the other night, because if that really is my kid, ima feel bad ngl. as i was putting out the now roach, i got a text from a unknown number.
(718)-858-7688
yoo
yo
wtv,, links?
ngl idk who dis is 😂
spwm it's ky
ohh mf my phone buggin i dead had u saved but yeah we can chill ina v ts
bet u stil got the addy?
yeah ima b there
okay safety read
i put on my jordan's since i was already dressed grabbing my keys heading to shorty crib.
i picked up my phone texting her to come outside. thankfully, she came fast. she got ina car giving me a hug. "ok calm fit." she nods her head. "yea got sum calm on." i say fixing my shirt looking down at my pants and shoes.
"na but what's the vibes, tryna give up the spits?" i asked getting straight to the point. she smiles showing her braces . "of course ."
LYLA
"what u think it's finna be?" kayla asked sitting against my headboard. "i hope it's a girl ngl." she nods her head in agreement . "fax we don't need another jay out here." she lets out, making me laugh alil.
"you think u n him gon fix shi before da kid gets here?" she asked. i let out a small sigh. "ion kno. cus i do want him around fa his kid but he actin like it's not his. like imagine seeing ya kid and u think about how you was sayin it wasn't yours."
i explain. "but idk, i hope we do but at the same time ion care, my kid gon be good regardless." i add shrugging. "na type shit. he better fix himself." kayla scrunches her face.
"he better."
HOURS LATER
i had just finished my night routine. i was rewatching on my block, dead my favorite show. as i was watching i heard a knock on my door. i scrunched my eyebrows walking over to the door.
i opened it seeing jay. "what j—" before i could finish, he grabbed my neck pulling me into a kiss. i couldn't help but kiss back. still kissing me, jay closes the door picking me up.
he walks over to the counter sitting me on top of it. he softly grips my thighs, as he begins to suck on my neck . i let out small moans resting my hand on his neck. he slowly backed up licking his lips.
"look ian mean to say allat shit yesterday. im tryna work on myself and shi, feel me? ima be here fa u i promise mh." he says holding onto both of my hands. "promise?." i say looking in his eyes for the commitment.
"i promise mama." he mumbles kissing my cheek. i smile looking at him. i really do love this boy, but he makes it hard for me to love him, yk?
"you tryna watch omb wimmie?" i asked him hopping off the counter. "na bro i'm sick of ts that's all you watch." he shakes his head
"because it's the best show like are you dumbbb." i push his head playfully. "mmtch yeah aii." he smacks his lips. "cmon." i take him by the hand walking into my bedroom.
i really hope he meant what he said, i'm tired of givin this nigga chance after chance ..
