𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇.

twenty-seven.

𝐤𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐞 𝐣. 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐬
𝙵𝙴𝙱𝚁𝚄𝙰𝚁𝚈 || 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙾𝙽 𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙴, 𝙻𝙰.
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"I need some new shoes. My old shits starting to look old and I can't be walking around looking like a dingy nigga knowin' how cocky I am."

I listened to Neno as we walked hand and hand through the mall that we had been in for almost an hour now. We only decided to come being that it was something close to the both of us, and something that my father allowed me to do.

After he caught us together he placed many restrictions on us, and we could only go certain places that were really public. Little did he know, we were freaks, and found a way to do whatever it is that we wanted to do.

So he hadn't really stopped anything. I just missed being able to lay up with him in my own bed and personal space.

"What shoes you want?" I asked him as he took a second to think.

"Some calm shit. Maybe some new balances, something.."

I just nodded my headed as we walked passed the numerous stores in the mall. I had no places that I was just feigning to shop at today so I let Neno guide us to wherever he wanted to go.

After walking halfway across the mall we finally ended up at Foot Locker.

"Oh shit, I likes these." Neno covered his mouth and gassed dramatically, picking up some New Balance 9060's from off the rack.

"These ugly, bae." I frowned.

"You don't have a good sense of style that's why you think these ugly," He waved me off and called over a worker. "Excuse me!"

I sighed and covered my face, embarrassed at how loud he was calling over the worker. He was so loud and ghetto.

"What can I help you with?" I uncovered my face at the sound of the worker coming over, whose voice was oddly familiar.

Only for me to find out it was Amani.

Forgot this nigga worked here.

"Do y'all got these in a size twelve?" Neno asked pointing to the shoes that were in his hand as Amani eyed me weirdly.

"Yeah, I'll get em' out the back for you." Amani kept his eyes trained on me, staring into my soul, before heading to the back room.

It had been about a month since I last spoke to him at all. After Neno asked me out, I instantly removed him off all of my social media handles and stopped answering his texts and calls. He would still text me wishing me well, hoping that everything was okay with me, because he thought I was just having a difficult time with my mother's loss.

I could've just communicated to him why we couldn't talk anymore but I was immature about it and quite embarrassed. I hated having to hurt peoples feelings.

"Nigga was all up in yo' face," Neno scrunched his face up and looked at me as if he were examining me. "I mean, you do look good as hell today but shit."

I just laughed it off as Amani made his way back out to us with the shoes in hand. He wore a blank facial expression, looking like a lost puppy, it was truly sad to see.