i changed my mind.

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WHAT THE FUCK IS angel doing in some random nigga's section smoking his weed and shit? this be the disrespectful shit i be talking about that made me stop fuckin with him

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WHAT THE FUCK IS angel doing in some random nigga's section smoking his weed and shit? this be the disrespectful shit i be talking about that made me stop fuckin with him. He has no respect for me and he shows it all the time, now if i was to go over there and show my ass i'd be wrong.

i get it bro, i ghosted him and started dating ole girl- i don't know why i did what i did but me and angel talked and we past that, but him doing this shit in my face ain't cool fr, i can't stand when he do this vindictive shit like this, he know what he doing.

he's trying to get a rise out of me and when he get what he's asking for he's gonna play victim.

i take a few hits of my blunt, and proceed over to the section to get angel and see where his fuckin head is at because he tripping, before i can get over there- the twins stop me. "what the fuck are you doing?" nique yelled over the music, raising one eyebrow at me while her sister looked at me.

"man, gone head." was all i said before trying to walk around them but of course her strong ass sister pushed me back. "you hurt our friend tryna have your fun, so now he having his and it's a problem?" she said, puffing on her blunt.

i ignored them both and walked into dude's section, security knows me so they moved the rope for me to get in, i look to see angel sitting beside some corny nigga watching him roll a blunt- he wanna fuck this nigga, he giving him them same eyes he give me when i roll my blunts.

i tapped him on his shoulder, and he shooed me off- ight bet.

i grabbed him by his forearm and yanked him the fuck up.

"bro, what is your problem!" he yelled, clearly drunk and mushed my face to get me off of him but i wasn't budging. "yo, yall gotta chill wit allat." the dude spoke up as he stood up and tried to break us up.

"aye lil nigga, this ain't got shit to do witchu'." i spoke before pushing him back, he swung and punched me in my face.

at this point, im not even worried about angel- im worried about fucking this nigga here up and letting him know i'm not the one to play with.

at this point, im not even worried about angel- im worried about fucking this nigga here up and letting him know i'm not the one to play with

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