is it worth it, losing yourself because you want to be loved?
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Three days had passed since the fight and Roc hadn't texted Jual since he made her unblock him. He went back and forth between texting her or not but he wanted to make her sweat for trynna play with him. "Why am I even tripping about this girl." He said taking a pull from his blunt."
(470)836-2892: Be ready @ 8 2:41pm
Slim 🍫: who is this? 2:43pm
(470)836-2892: Man save my number Mike Tyson 😂 2:50pm
Slim 🍫: My bad, if you would've texted me when you said you were I wouldn't be confused but alright. 🫠 3:00pm
Roc🥴 : Im not gone keep tellin u to watch yo mouth 3:02pm
Slim 🍫: just telling the truth 3:03pm
Roc 🥴: Yea aight 3:03pm
Smiling at his phone, he closed the text thread. He wanted to look good when he picked up Jual so he called his barber for a line up, after confirming that at 5 he decided to run to the mall and pick him up something fly to wear. "That lame ass nigga had on addidas, I gotta put that shit on"
He got to the mall in no time considering he was right down the street. He walked around for about 30 minutes irritated because he couldn't find shit. Looking to his left he saw Dru. Dru was a low level corner boy who mainly sold weed but copped coke from Roc from time to time when he needed extra money. "Yo Dru" he called getting his attention. "What's up my boy" he said dapping him up "Still waiting on the rest of that from you" he said reminding him about the 12gs he fronted "Maaan I know, Ian gone lie I just got out Wednesday, got my ass with a gun and some mo' shit. I got half for you, right now" "Damn, I ain't even know fr. I'll take that" Roc said, he felt for him but shit that was the game. He knew the consequences , him getting locked up wasn't gone stop Roc from collecting his money. "Preciate that fr, Love." He said before walking off and out of the mall.
After wasting an hour Roc rushed to his appointment at the barbershop so he could go home and throw something together it was already 4:15 and he hadn't accomplished anything. Pulling in the shop, he got out and walked up passing a girl and her son. Looking each other up and down "Wassup" he said "You, if you want it like that" she said smiling after exchanging information he walked in. She was fine asf with a fat ass he couldn't let her just walk past but he doesn't do the whole step dad thing so she couldn't be nothing more than somebody to fuck from time to time.
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"Marco" Roc yelled walking in "YOOOO" Marco said dapping him up. "Appreciate you for squeezing me in" "Nigga shut up" he laughed "fasho" Roc sat down. Not only was Marco his barber but his right hand man in the drug business, it was 3 of them Roc, Biz, and Marco. They been kicking it since the sandbox , best friends since 1st grade. Marco dad was the biggest drug lord in the area, after getting hit with a RICO and getting a sentence of 25 to life when Marco was only 17 years old he left everything he had that wasn't seized to his only son. Not knowing what to do he called his boys, Marco wanted to go to school he wasn't made for the streets and Biz was a baller but Roc had always been street smart soon as he seen Marcos dad stash he knew once they gained clientele they'd be booming. Marco trusted Roc and Biz with his life so he knew that they'd help him. Once they were up and running Marco went to barber school and bought a shop. He still helped with the business but for the most part he just did re ups he left the selling to his boys.
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Biz on the other hand was all about basketball. He wanted to play in college but couldn't stay out of trouble. He was always fighting so he never stayed on the team. He still played in tournaments in the city and even coached a rec team. He was the muscle of the group and was quick to knock a nigga out unlike Roc and Marco who wanted to go straight to shooting. Biz didn't pull out his gun unless it was absolutely necessary, he didn't pump fake. If he pulled it out he was gonna use it no if ands or buts. Biz came from nothing he literally was sleeping in bandos until the guys found out and he moved in with Marco. With the drug money he was able to fund his basket ball camp. Needless to say they saved him cause at the rate he was going he'd be dead or in jail.
"Wassup nigga" said Biz coming from the back "shit nothing, ran into Dru ass he gave me half of that money he owe" Roc said tossing the wad to him "I thought his ass was in jail" "He got out" Roc stated shrugging looking at his phone.
Slim 🍫: How should I dress, what's the occasion??? 4:49pm
Roc 🥴: Comfortable and cute 5:50pm
Slim 🍫: I'm always cute 😂 but like tennis shoes or sandals . comfortable can mean a dress or some cute jeans I need more information! 5:51pm
Roc 🥴: Just put sum damn clothes on man 😂 it ain't a fashion show 6:00pm
Slim 🍫: ugghhh 6:03pm
"Who the hell got you smiling" questioned Biz with his eyebrow raised "Uhh somebody named Slim with a chocolate bar by their name." Marco said looking over his shoulder in his phone. "Y'all nosey as fuck man" he said mugging them "Acting like a bitch looking at my messages and shit" he said shaking his head " "Whateva nigga you the bitch cheesing and shit" Biz laughed "Love Like Honey headass" he chimed in "Fuck both of yall im gone." Roc said getting up. It was going on 6:30 when he left the shop and it was time for him to go get dressed, he didn't even have anything planned for real he just wanted to chill somewhere lowkey and get to know her. Hopefully she wasn't like every other girl in the city , she seemed different let's just hope that was the case.
