HATE ....𝐘𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝑲𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞
"𝐲𝐚𝐲𝐚"
𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐦, 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞
𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃, The aftermath of the party was hitting her like a truck. She realized she woke up in Notti's room the moment she saw the familiar firearm on the bed side table.
Each of the boys had specific different ones. Dd carried a Glock 40 with an beam on it, Ddot had a Glock 23–also with a beam on it, and Notti had a Glock 19 with a beam and a switch on it.
Nottis also had a green finish on his, that's the only way Yamiri could tell who's was who's.
She leaned up with furrowed eyebrows as she wiped her eyes. She remembered everything that happened the night before but she didn't want to.
She wanted that to be just a one time thing and they'd let it go. But if she remembered Notti definitely remembered.
She saw her phone on the charger and her hair tied up in a bonnet. Her glasses laid neatly folded up on the side table as well.
The only thing she couldn't remember was getting to the house and going to sleep. Everything else was crystal clear tho.
She eventually got up after her headache went away and she went to the bathroom to start her morning.
She didn't worry about doing too much because she'd end up doing the rest at home. She was doing a reset day anyways because they went back to school tomorrow and she couldn't deal with that hairstyle for any longer.
Plus she needed to go to the dentist and get her braces tightened.
But after getting ready she grabbed her things and started walking up the stairs where she was now in the living room.
It was empty and quiet besides the music playing from the tv. From all her years of knowing the family she new mama Osama was at work so it couldn've been her.
She walked silently through the house hoping to find somebody even if it was Notti.
And that's exactly who she found, he stood outside shirtless smoking and scrolling on his phone.
Despite it being cold outside Notti was shirtless, which wasn't abnormal cause he would be shirtless in any weather If he could.
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