𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒

𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈-𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴

SANTANA J. GRIFFITH
Atlanta Georgia
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"youn even be calling to check up on me no more." nas put his hand over his heart.

"i called yo phone the other day. you ain't call me back." i laughed.

"how many times you tried to call me?" he smacked his teeth. "man it don't matter," i shook my head.

"yeah it do. you should let me chill with you for the day." he said.

"ion know. i'm finna go to my girl house after i leave here." i told him.

"she gone love me bandman." he smiled. "wait nah i'm finna go to sleezy house." i told him.

"aight." he said as he walked over to the other side.

"yo mama in there?" i asked him. "you know that lady ain't." he smacked his teeth so i pulled off.

"how was i suppose to know that?" i asked him.

"you hungry?"

"mhm. i want some american deli." he said. "call it in." i handed him my phone.

"you want me to order you something?" he asked.

"duh nigga." i laughed sparking my blunt. "how yo girlfriend look?" he asked.

"that's my business but nah she my home screen," i told him. he swiped out of the call log and looked.

"she bad fasho." he said. i seen her name slide down on the screen. i was about to grab it before he answered it.

"wassup pretty lady." nas smiled. "where santana at?" chantelle laughed.

"talk to me. he driving."

"bra give me my shit." i snatched my phone out my hand.

"santana, what you doing?" she asked. "finna go and get something to eat? what you doing?" i asked her.

"with my cousins."

"well i have to talk to you. you coming to my house or you want me to come to yours?" she asked.

"it don't matter to me." i said as i pulled into american deli. "ima come to your shit and i'm bringing skye." she smiled.

"aight mama. i love you."

"i love you too." she said then hung up.

me and nas got out the car and walked in american deli. "oh i been looking for you." lyssa walked up to me.

"bra gone head." i smacked my teeth.

"who this is?" nas tapped me. "i'm his- nothing lyssa what the fuck." i mugged her as we approached the counter.

"why you tryna act like youn wanna talk to me?" lyssa asked.

"i'm finna tell his girl on you." nas pointed at her.