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乃 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁 (𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚟𝚎𝚛.) ㄥ 𝙽𝙲𝚃 𝟷𝟸𝟽 乃

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乃 𝙿𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴 (𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 +𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚋) ㄥ 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜 𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚝

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TO ANYONE WHO READ THIS BEFORE IT WAS AN UNFINISHED CHAPTER SO SORRY IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT BUT ITS FIXED NOW <3

It's been a month since i fingered Keyana again outside her house.

The memory floods back to me everytime I see her around at the dinner with her signature RBF on or at the garage passin out drinks to Kyan and the boys. I appointed myself to drop her off regularly now. We haven't done anything physical against my own liking and efforts although we fool around from time to time. Making out in bathrooms, grinding in cars, finger fucking.

You know, the basics. Childsplay if you will.

Again to my fucking distress,we not together officially. Yet.

But best believe imma make that lil girl mine. Whether she like it or not.

Spanish music plays from the speakers in the boot of most of the cars in the empty closed off street.We at the races per usual. It's 11 pm so it's still a bit early but the place is still as packed as a bitch. The boys are decked in there cars listening to the police radios they somehow hacked into. I'm pretty sure if i didn't skip computer science to learn how to roll a blunt properly i would know how to as well but so far so good i think.

A click of heels comes from 2 blond girls who's tans are so bad they look orange instead of brown come up to me with 3 asian girls. They wrap themselves around me tangling our arms together, playing with my curls and grazing my arm.

Whatever happend to "hi." "Hello." "How are you?"

"What's this one?" One of the poorly tanned girls says smaking her gum. She was pointing at the tatoo on my groin.

I lick my lips.

Okay y'all now don't come for me. I gotta check if ya boy still got game.

"You'd have to have alot more access to these pants if you wanna see it."

She smirked.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I-"

I'm cut off with what sounds like a meow mixed with a snarl.

I turn to see Keyana with her hands on her hips.

Damn my bitch fine AS FUCK

She sniffs.

"I smell," she sniffs again looking around. "Skanks."

The ladies who were around me disperse and I'm stuck with a stank faced Keyana.

I try to defuse the situation by smiling standing up proper.

Is she jealous? Or is she just not down to see a buch of high bubble bimbos on me? Either way, she looks hot as shit doin em. Plus the cocaine in half those bitches noses was about to makeme high.

I look around. No Kyan.

No wonder why she's being so public right now.

I reach out to grab her hand and she swats it away.

"Key, girl, we was just talkin-"

"Yeah whateva." She cuts me off walking past me towards where Suki and other flag girls were.

Now i gotta question. Does her ass jiggle everytime she walks or is she just doin it on purpose? Cause GYAT DAMN. It's giving Shakira.

She's wearing a black transparent body suit with cargo pants hanging on her hip dips. There not zipped up so you can see the body suit trail down her groin showcasing her hips.

Her beaded orange fulani braids hitting her sides. I don't know about y'all but seeing your girl who ain't your girl but is finna be your girl even if you gotta make her your baby mama to be your girl's hair done with the money you sent her is another typa joy.

Suddenly khalil is standing next to me. He looks at me, to where I'm looking then double takes.

"NIGGA I KNEW YOU WAS FUCKIN KEY!"

I smack him in the side of the head.

"Pipe down bitch."

Khalil patted his hair down.

"Nigga watch my damn waves."

"Second i ain't fuckin Key." I shrugged

"We just messin around."

"Mhmmmm. Ion blame you mane that ass though.."

I smacked him again.

"AY! NIGGA KEEP DOIN THAT AND IMMA POP YO SHIT!"

"Try me bitch."

"Do Kyan know dis?."

I made a face.

"You really think if Kyan knew this I'd be alive?"

He nodded

"You right. You right."

He laughed.

"Ay so it is true about y'all white folks."

"What?"

"Y'all know shit gon kill you snd still feel the need to ask," he switched to his kourtney Kardashian voice."wHo'S tHeRe?"

He laughed more.

I laughed.

"Guess it's true what they say about you to yeah? Big ass foreahead, no hairline."

I laughed and khalil came to a stop with his.

"Nigga."

"Bitch." I cursed back.

A Latina in red lipstick and booty shirts blew him a kiss and that was all it took to make khalil levitate to her.

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