A privileged young woman from the Upper East Side falls for a charming drug dealer from the South Bronx. Despite their different background stories they still fall inlove. They start to face challenges from their families and society, can their love...
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After a while I got bored until Malik came and sat by me. Jas had wondered off a while ago, her ass can never sit still. I was just sitting next to Malik and we was chilling. We took sum pictures together but they were like friends. Lemme show yall.
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Thats really my dawg fr. We laughed it up the whole time while we sat on the couch talking bout people.
"You my bestfriend na Riya." He said out the blue.
"Bet that." I said back dapping him up.
We laughed and took more pictures. The party was still jumping but I was bout ready to go. I liked to be in my own space. I seen Jas laughing with her other friends and I was glad I spotted her. As long as my bitch was safe I was good.
I relaxed and leaned back. I was still high so I just started staring at Malik. When I looked at him he was already looking at me. I know it sounds weird but I feel safe around him. I just met today and I already feel like I've known him for forever. I liked being in his presence. I just hoped this wasn't a mistake.
He continued to stare at me and I continued to stare at him. He licked his lips and touched the side of my face lightly. I could still smell his strong cologne. I loved his scent. Made my insides smile 😉.
We continued to stare at eachother until somebody came and touched his shoulder. I looked up and seen three girls. The one touching his shoulder was lightskin, with a honey brown wig, and popping gum. Her minions kept a mugged look on their face while she smiled at him.
"Malikkkkkkkkkk *POP* I missed youuuuu. Where have you been? You never texted me backkkk *POP*" She said loudly overpowering the music. My ears were ringing by her voice.
"Man get the fuck out my face." He said back moving her hand.
"Malikkkk what do you *POP* meannnn??" She asked making a sad face. Everytime she spoke I got more of an ick. He was getting more irritated by the second.
