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—Location: Jamiah's crib—
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Jah licked the paper of her blunt, rolling the piece to perfection before sparking it and taking in a few puffs. She passes the blunt to Chris who did the same, holding the smoke in her mouth as she proceeded to pass it back.
"Aye-y'all know that lil brown skin stud with the bangs," Christina mentioned, once she'd evicted the smoke from her mouth.
"Nigga what?" Jah mugged mid cough. This was her third blunt and she could've sworn she'd seen two roaches fucking in the corner.
"Who doesn't?" Key raised his brow, his eyes bloodshot red as he insulted his controller vigorously. He lost his patience hours ago after he's third lost, but he was too fucked up to give up.
"She's fine as hell," Loren spoke, the only white girl out of the group, yet Jah swore that the bitch was blacker than black.
"Ain't she one dem pretty studs, lip gloss and all?" Tray questioned, rolling himself his own blunt, considering he was the only one who had a good amount of sense.
"Who the fuck y'all talking bout?" Jah asked again, leaning forward from her man-spreading position with her elbows on her lap.
"She talm bout that girl from our class, she kinda looks like that singer uh-mtch... Tyla. Except she got hella ass under them 90s jeans," Tray took pity and answered.
Jah looked at them like they had three heads, she didn't know not one fucking stud with fucking bangs in her class nor no girl that looks like the singer Tyla. Ask her about any fems, now she could list all the names, those motherfuckers swam her left and right, but some studs with bangs stuck in the 90s... hell nah.
The sound of victory echoed through the game system and Key turned to face Jah. "Vending machine girl Jamiah,"
Jah sucked her teeth in realization.
"Vending what?" Chris frowned.
"You know the protein bars this nigga be fucking devouring at the cafeterias vending machine?"
"What about them?"
"So this nigga gone take her high ass overthere, wait fo all them bitches out the line and like fifty motherfuckers was just skipping what's her name. Shit finally down and Jah ass got the last one without the peanuts, and you see ole girl breaking her neck to see if there's any more left," Key laughed, as if any of the shit he said was actually funny.
"Foul as fuck," Loren shook her head.
"Shut yo dumb ass up, I gave it to her ass, turns out she's allergic to peanuts,"
"Man fuck all that. I heard she like studs so I tried ta rizz her up bruh, this nigga said she wanna focus on her studies," Chris said.
"Shit I asked for her number the other day and she told me her phone outa service. I was like, you ain't got no gram or socials? Nothing," Loren shrugged.
"See nah that's her saying I don't want your white ass," Tray said.
"Didn't your girlfriend dump you?... oh okay," Loren flipped him off.
"Nah but real talk, she's untouchable," Chris added.
"Nah dat ain't it," Jah said, flicking the ash of her blunt as she leaned back on her black leather sofa. "Y'all motherfuckers just don't know how to talk to females who value themselves...no rizz having asses,"
"Oh! like you can do better, nigga you is the definition of a hoe," Chris rolled her eyes.
"She think she got it like that cause she got them femmes crazy for her nonchalant self," Loren commented.
"I'm just that nigga, plain and simple," Jah chuckled lightly.
Everyone gave each other a knowing look, their unhinge smiles widening. "Alright then nigga, let me see that ass in action, I dare you to,"
"Dare me to what?" Jah frowned, her eyes closed as she was almost half asleep.
"Get ha-
"Smash," Chris interrupted Loren. "And I ain't talking about a no-one night stand, I mean make her your girl... than hit that bih, you feel me?" Chris licked her lips.
"Y'all nigga's gone gravel and kiss my feet, fuck would I do that shit for?" Jah barked.
"Nigga come on... It's our senior year. Your birthday in three months and we graduated right afta, might as well walk out with everyone's dream girl," Chris persisted with a shrug.
"Nah, I want a time crisis 5 machine," She bargained, the seriousness in her voice making them shake their heads in disbelief.
"Done," Chris quickly said.
"Nigga them shits like 15k. What them teachers said about reckless spending?"
"Tray man shut your ass up," Chris bites back.
"I'm telling you bruh, you hit that and that fucker yours," Chris layed out, dabbing Jah up as an agreement.
Loren shook her head. "You know this bitch richer than us, right?"
"I just know she ain't got it like that bruh, we getting that 15k in cash if she can't talk to a motherfucker," Chris laughed.
