In "Miles Away," a spin on "8 mile". Jimmy, faces struggles with battles, family, and living arrangements. His love interest, Trish Chanel, is the sister of Future, the battle host. Trish hangs with The Free World even though her brother and his cre...
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"Damn, Chanel," Vik chuckled, her amusement dripping from her voice.
"Hell yeah, he barged in like he owned the place... and I can't stand Cheddar's nosy ass," I sighed, irritation oozing through my words.
"Tell me about it, we barely hang with those boys, but even I know Cheddar's a pain," Vik added, nodding in agreement.
"Yeah, but I'm sure he means well sometimes. Still can't stand him though," I replied with a shrug.
Before I could finish, Wink sauntered over, interrupting me.
"What's up, Trish?" His grin was all too familiar, his eyes scanning me from head to toe.
Vik and I exchanged eye rolls. "Here this nigga go again," she muttered under her breath.
"Ay, I ain't gon' ever stop shootin' my shot, aight?" Wink said with determination. "I ain't no loser."
"Yes, you are. That's why we haven't started dating yet, lil' boy. What else did you think?" My attitude laced my words.
"Lil' boy?" Wink took offense, his face scrunching up in disbelief.
"Yeah, lil' boy...in all aspects." I patted his head, referring to his height before gesturing downward, hinting at his size.
Vik chuckled, quickly trying to stifle her laughter.
"That ain't funny," Wink retorted. "How come every time I try shootin' my shot, you turn me down?"
"Because, Wink—I don't like you. At all. And you should know that by now. This is starting to feel like harassment," I snapped.
Wink smacked his lips. "Aight then, Trish...Don't come runnin' back to daddy when I'm in Paris wearin' Versace, though," Him referring to himself as daddy made me cringe.
"Wink, get your ass back over here and quit bothering Trish. She don't want you," Lotto intervened, grabbing Wink by the collar.
Wink persisted, spouting more empty lies about how I secretly wanted him.
"Wink's living in a fantasy," Vik shook her head in disbelief.
I nodded in agreement, a pang of worry gripping me as an unfamiliar car pulled up.
I watched as the car pulled up, carrying my brother's crew. Jimmy's rage was written all over his face, his heavy footsteps echoing with impending confrontation. The tension thickened the air, setting my nerves on edge.
With each step he took towards us, anger radiated from him, casting a shadow over our group. The confusion was evident on Sol, Iz, and David's faces, but beneath it lay an unspoken understanding of what might transpire. They joined Jimmy, mirroring his aggressive approach, while Cheddar remained in the car, rummaging through his belongings.
