Symere, a young girl recruited as a holder at just 11 years old, uses her innocent appearance to outsmart everyone in the dangerous world of drugs and guns. When the talented Artist enters the fray, he becomes both a rival and a potential love inter...
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In the dim twilight of dawn, Symere slumbered peacefully on the plush couch, unaware of the artist's presence. Suddenly, she felt a gentle nudge on her shoulder, startling her awake. As her eyes fluttered open, she saw a man standing over her, his piercing gaze fixed upon her.
"Hey." He muttered, his voice devoid of warmth. "Get up."
Symere groaned softly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "What?" She mumbled.
"Chosen said we gotta take your aggy ass to the mall with us." He continued, his tone cold. "Go get dressed and meet us in here."
"I'm a grown fucking woman, I don't want to go anywhere with y'all." She rolled her eyes, yanking the blanket from her body.
Artist felt a surge of anger begin to bubble within him.
"I'm trying my best but you make it so hard. Get fucking dressed, Symere!"
With that, he turned and strode out of the room, leaving Symere alone with her thoughts. She stared after him, a mix of frustration and sadness whirling within her.
Despite Symere's unwavering support and countless acts of kindness, Artist had repaid her with nothing but disdain and mockery. She knew she was being unfair about them joining the team, resulting in her newfound attitude. She was mature enough to admit that she was wrong.
Sighing softly, she dragged herself into her bathroom, turning on the shower. As the shower warmed up, she brushed her teeth and did her skincare routine. After showering and getting dressed, she smiled at the pictures she took of herself.
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Seeking solace, Symere reached out to her closest confidante, India, inviting her to escape the confines of her shared house for a much-needed day at the mall. Little did Symere know that India had a surprise in store for her, extending the invitation to her own friend, Morgan.
"Come on, Symere!"
She kicked her legs throwing a silent fit. Rising from her bed, she meet up with the boys in the living room. Mizzy and Tyga greeted her while Artist said nothing. She smiled at them before her face turned stone cold at the sight of Artist.
