recovery - j.b.

eight

justin

i covered my face in defeat as za jumped up screaming in victory. as a victory dance, he starts to milly rock, khalil hyping him up as he danced. "yo, you fucking suck." maejor starts laughing.

"shut up, brandon. like you could do any better." i roll my eyes. ryan was literally in his own world as he ate the chinese food we had ordered. "i want a rematch. but i want to play madden instead."

"you fucking suck at that too." khalil laughs, standing up to switch the games. "the only game you could beat me in is just dance and black ops three."

"why do you even own just dance?" ryan laughs.

"jazzy wanted it." i chuckle. ryan opened his mouth to talk but someone had walked in. hailey stood there, an odd look on her face.

"you're all friends again?" she questions, coming toward me and sitting on my lap. she kisses me quickly before smiling. "well that's good."

"i'm about to kick his your in madden." za announces, sitting down next to me. hailey stood up and walked away. shrugging, i look over at za who was now on his phone.

"come on man." i shove his arm.

"sorry, the wifey was worried." he laughs.

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audrey

while avery and i were sitting in the living room, while she was too busy boo lovin' maejor. sighing, i text za since im hella bored.

audrey: wyd

za: finna bet on madden bc justin's ass

audrey: he is pretty ass

za: is someone bored? 😂

audrey: hella. avery's boo lovin

za: yeah i know, so is brandon

za: i can't make you unbored so i'll text you later

za: and we do fr needa talk

audrey: about what

za: somethin

rolling my eyes, i lock my phone and saw avery smiling at her phone. goals.

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finna tell yall what justin lied about in like five chapters 😂