20 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

003

Promys Elyse Hart
20 somethings
Chicago, Illinois

"Bitch, you got me lookin' stupid as fuck out here. Too hot for that shit." I mugged Sanai as I closed the car door behind me.

She always the last one to pick me up. That's why I hate dependin' on her ass. But I can't drive yet, and my car always "in the shop."

"You did look hella dumb," she smirked.

I side-eyed her and started chugging my hot ass Gatorade.

Why the fuck is it hot in November?

"When you get that?" She touched the bottle.

"This morning," I shrugged.

"Hot ass juice. Y'all don't got no vending machines?"

I shook my head.

"The fuck? I'm finna buy one and put it in there."

"You can't do that." I looked at her dumb as hell.

"Why? What they gon' do to me?" she asked, dead serious.

"Shit, ion know." I shrugged.

"Exactly. I'm puttin' that shit outside."

"They gon' be like, 'who the fuck did this?'" she said, making me holler.

"Finna be out there like this..." She smiled and threw up a peace sign, and I laughed harder. 'Cause she wasn't jokin'.

"I'm weak as fuck," I wheezed.

"Nah, but they do need one. I be hot as fuck, and I got gym last period. We outside for the rest of the year."

Then I got practice right after? I scoffed.

"They got you fucked up?"

"All the way."

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Kanai Yasir Woods, a.k.a. Poppa.

"So you really fucked that bitch and bought her a Sprite?" Ak's girlfriend snapped through the phone.