R.A.Y.A.N
I followed Craig as he walked down the street. My hood was pulled over my head, and the gun I had purchased recently felt lighter than normal. I could feel the anticipation running through my body, and when I caught up to him, I didn’t hesitate to punch him in the gut. Shocked by my attack, Craig doubled over in pain. He looked up at me, shock evident in his eyes. He opened his mouth to yell, but I pulled out my gun, instantly silencing him.
“Hello, Craig,” I said coldly. I smiled menacingly at him, and he peered up at me, squinting to see me in the darkness.
“Rayan?” he coughed, managing to straighten himself so he was no longer hunched over. He warily eyed my gun. “What are you doing?”
“I’m here to set shit straight,” I admitted casually. I took a step forward, resulting in Craig taking a step back. “You need to stop messing with my girl.”
There was a moment of silence where Craig stared at me in confusion. It didn’t take long for his eyes to light with recognition, “Are you talking about Naomi? If you are, you must be seriously delusional.”
The comment caused my smile to slide off of my face. Anger began welling up inside of me, and I punched Craig again, this time catching him in the jaw. He hissed in pain, his hands flying up to cup the injured side of his face. While he was distracted, I cocked the gun, any part of my mind that had once thought about showing him a small mercy was now silenced.
“Let me put it this way,” I suggested. “We’re going to go on a little walk. And trust me when I say you don’t want to anger me.”
Craig opened his mouth to protest, and I slammed the butt of the gun against his head. His body crumpled to the floor, landing in a heap. Checking to make sure he was unconscious, I nudged his side with the toe of my boot. When he failed to respond, I tucked my gun back into my waistband before bending over to grab his body.
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N.A.O.M.I
I sat in my living room, checking my phone for the fifth time that night. Prodigy had promised that he would call, yet he had failed to even shoot me a quick text message. The longer I had sat there waiting, the more impatient I grew. How could he act so happy to see me earlier this week, and now he was ignoring me.
As I reached over to snatch the remote off of the coffee, table my doorbell rang. Hesitantly, I rose from my seat. There was nobody that I had invited over, and I knew good and well that neither Briana nor Ki Ki would be driving around at this time of night.
Deciding to see who was on my front steps, I made my way to the door. I forced a smile on my face as I opened it, but it quickly disappeared when I recognized the figure.
“Hey, Rayan,” I said, folding my arms across my chest to show my displeasure. I still hadn’t forgiven him for his actions at the party; in fact, he was the last person I wanted to see.
“Hi,” he stepped into my house, ignoring the way I had shifted my body to prevent him from entering. “What are you doing? Is that Lifetime?” He gestured to the TV an amused smile forming on his lips.
