𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃

chapter 2

JUNE ･ MADYSN ･ BRIAN
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"you'a bitch." mar said as he tossed my phone back on the bed as he went through it without me knowing, which was weird cause what if you didn't see something you ain't like.. i mean he did already.

thats not my fucking fault, he wanna be a invasion of privacy. "i'm a what?" i said as i walked up to him. he was a lil taller then me but that don't mean ion fight niggas.

"you heard me, bitch. fuck out my face." he said pushing me as i huffed, now you got me all the way fucked up. "it ain't my muhfucking fault you seen sum youn like on my phone! nobody told you go through it nigga!" i screamed as i pushed him back.

"back yo skinny ass up shawty, foreal fo' i hit yo ass." he said as i laughed loud as fuck, cause who you hitting? not mee.

"hit me den bitch, ian scared of yo pussy ass!" i said grabbing a hair tie and tying my hair up, then walking up to him pulling my sweats up, squaring up.

he tried to smack me as i tilted back, dodging it, dogging him in his face as he held it, "aw nah" he said as i grabbed him by his twists and started hitting him in his shit, repeatedly.

i used all my strength to pull him to the ground as i finally gave him one last punch, punching him in his nose, that made it start to bleed.

"fuck out my house before i do worse martin! on my fucking grandma youn want this shit!" i said, getting more heated as he got up, holding his nose as he grabbed his stuff, walking out my room, going to the front door.

"fuck you bitch! if i see you again ima let my brothers slaughter you, bird brain ass nigga!" i said as i seen him unlock our front door, leaving and locking it behind him.

"fuck ass boy, i should've got my gun and lit his ass up!" i said to myself as i started to clean my room up, grabbing the painting up from the wall that mar bumped into, making it fall.

i grabbed a fresh new pushpin as i put it in the wall and hung the painting back up. i fixed all the makeup on my vanity also with my perfumes as i picked them up, organizing them.

i put the broken makeup in the trash as i fixed the pillows on my bed, leaving the cover as it is as i sat down and huffed, grabbing my phone off the floor since i knocked it over. i was about to get even more mad. tolerance was low.

i grabbed my AirPod's as i connected them to my phone, then walking up to my dresser as i got some panties and a oversized t shirt, i got my dr. bronners body wash off the counter as i walked into my bathroom, stripping out of my clothes and turning on the water as it instantly turned warm.

i turned on my apple music as 'potential' played as i stepped in the shower, feeling relaxed. i grabbed my washcloth as i lathered some soap on it, then softly rubbing my body with the cloth.

once i scrubbed my whole body i rinsed myself off, then re doing the routine.

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i lathered my body up with cocoa baby oil as i put my cheetah print scarf on my head, then covering it with my black bonnet. i walked out of the bathroom as i grabbed my AirPods case and my phone, laying down and turning on my tv, going to cartoon network, my comfort show.

i turned on teen titans as i opened my phone seeing a new text from a unknown number.

i opened the text, reading it as i also seen a new text from mar, clicking it to read it as it said sorry with a big ass paragraph. sorry ian reading allat.

i said in my head as i blocked him while he was typing.

i returned back to the unknown number as i responded with "who this?"

404-834-****
june 3rd at 7:32

Yo

who this?
read 8:42 pm

i stared at the screen as he left me on read, i swiped out into instagram as i watched some stories them got a text back.

my eyes lit up at the new text that freshly planted on my screen as i waited to tap it for 5 seconds, then i tapped it.

it read incoming facetime call as my stomach dropped, i grabbed my AirPods as it rang for a few seconds, then i answered as i turned my camera off and put the volume slightly high.

"Yoo." his smooth deep voice said, making my stomach drop and get a tingle between my legs.

"uhh, hello?" i said confused as i sat there waiting for a response. "oh my bad, fuck you doing?" he asked he turned his camera on , setting it in front of his tv in all dark lighting.

then i realized who it was. the nigga from chipotle.

"unt unnn, how you get my number boy?" i said as i turned my camera on and put my face in the camera.

he looked at his phone and started laughing, but i sat there and mugged him. cause what the fuck was funny?

"yo sister gave it ta me, no need to be scared." he chuckled as i raised my eyebrow. "damn, so sis just giving everybody soc out, and who? scared of what?" i said.

"you needa be scared ah me, i almost touched you when u was cursing in my face like that, fuck is you talking bout." he said, as he looked at me in the eyes, making me swallow the invisible lump that was in my throat.

"w-who? touch who?" i asked as i cupped my ear. "nahhhhh i heard that stutter, fuck is you scared fa?" he said making me become flushed.

"i fight niggas." i said shrugging, he laughed as he scratched his head. "and lose." he said as i started to get annoyed.

"stop trolling, and ask the nigga that was just over here, fuck. abused his ass." i said as he raised his eyebrow.

"what nigga was over dea', don't let me find out u giving m- pussy out." he said as i heard his slip up but i ignore it.

"or what, what if i was?" i said, deciding to troll him back. cause you cant out troll a retired one.

"shii, im a have to come see for myself den." he said looking at me. i started smiling and fantasizing about how..

"yeah no, my nigga kill people." i said as he smirked, "foreal?" he said as i nodded, lying. "aye june stop fucking lying to me." he said as i felt my panties getting soaked at his tone.

"how yo-you know my name?" i asked quietly. "yo sister." he said, i can definitely tell the change of tone in his voice. i pissed him off.

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Thoughts?

June?

Zaymir?

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