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**One Month Later**

"So hey y'all, it's me Ray Ray. Today, I'm going to prank my boyfriend," I whispered into the camera I bought from Best Buy three days ago. Amir had left me at his house to do his usual illegal activities, so I decided to prank him.

"Okay, y'all, I'm going to act like I'm in the room with somebody else," I paused, looking side to side. "Yeah, I know I'll probably be dead by the end of this video, but it will be worth it."

I walked back into his room, sitting on the bed. "Alright, so let's hop into the video." I put my hand over the camera before turning it off and setting it up on the dresser.

**After Setting Everything Up**

"Okay, guys, I wanted it to look realistic, so I got one of my mannequin heads, some of his clothes, and some pillows to make my side nigga," I moved from in front of the camera, showing them the fake person I made on the bed.

"So first, I'm going to post me laying up with my mystery side nigga on my Instagram story and wait to see who sees it." I got in bed, laying beside my side nigga, put my arm around his waist, and lay on his chest. Then, I opened my phone, went to Instagram, and took a picture of me and him.

I then got up, went to the camera, and showed them the picture. "Alright, so we're gonna hit post in my close friends. His homeboys and my brother are my close friends. I put them in there for a reason—to seem like I mistakenly added them. And knowing them being snitches, snitching on everything I do, they are gonna tell him about it." I pressed post to close friends.

I sighed, "Y'all, I'm so scared right now. The camera downstairs is gonna capture him coming in, so yeah, I'ma just lay back down and wait."

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**Kamryn Hailum Wright Jr "K2"**

"Hell nah, bitch, you don't know me. Iced out chain with a rollie. Niggas ain't give me shit. Now a nigga think I owe 'em," I sang.

"Nigga, will you shut up," Spark mugged me. "You've been rapping that same damn line for the past 20 minutes," he held his hands out, then dropped them.

I mugged him. "If I wanna rap, nigga, I'ma rap," I stuck my finger up at him. "Move, your fingers smell like shit."

"Nigga, fuck you on BD," I copied what Lil Reese did in that one interview. All heads turned to me, causing my face to turn into a mug.

"Fuck you bitches looking at, y'all know what I claim," I threw up GD, then got on my phone, looking at Instagram stories.

I tapped until I hit RayRay's thing, seeing it was a close friend's post. 'When the fuck did she add me to this shit?' I clicked on it, seeing her laid up with some dude. I didn't want to think anything of it because that's probably Murda, but then again, Murda's upstairs. Nah, it's probably an old picture, I'm just trippin'.

Rambo looked up, "Y'all seen Ray Ray's story?" NJ frowned, "Nah, why, what did she post?" He shook his head, "Go see, I'm probably just trippin'." Spark pulled his phone out, "You seen that shit too?" I looked at Rambo, making him nod.

"Who is Ray Ray?" one of the dudes sitting on the couch said. "None of your damn business," I said, mugging him. "Is that Murda?" Spark looked up from his phone.

"It looks like it, but then again, Murda's upstairs," NJ said, putting his phone back in his pocket. "It's probably an old picture," Rambo spoke up.

Spark's phone rang. 'Ray Charles laughing emoji with blue heart is calling.' "Nigga, how you know Ray Charles, and Ray Charles dead?" Rambo side-eyed him.

"Nigga, that's Ray Ray," he answered the phone and put it on speaker. We heard moaning coming from the phone. We mugged the phone. "Ray Ray, what the fuck are you doing?" NJ said, getting up and sitting beside Spark. "OMG, r-right there," she moaned out.