Always in Deep Shit

Chapter 7

Asia is above. Shout-out to MusicBombXx. Go read her book, 'Famous for Love,Ariana Grande fan fix.'

Travis' P.O.V

"Asia! Have you seen my shirt,"I asked lookin under my bed. I looked everywhere and still can't find it.

"Why in the hell would I kno where yo shirt at? I don't where yo shit,"she yelled back."Ask Nicole."

"Nicole,you kno where my shirt at,"I asked walking in her room to recheck if it's in here. "Or do you got or hiding it."

"Nah,I haven't seen it."She said lookin in her closet. I went to her attached bathroom to see if was in there.

"Where the fuck did that damn shirt go. Shit didn't grow legs and walk away." She chuckled at that.

I looked under the sink. I looked every where for that damn shirt and I just got it yesterday! "You kno what,fuck that shirt. Imma just go find another one."

I turned around while she was puttin on a different shirt,my shirt. And hot damn,did she looked good in it.

"You think this look right,"she had on white pants that had East L.A. air brushed on it in black and red with my red polo shirt with the black polo on it.

"You look better in my shirt than I do,"I said checkin her out mindlessly. She smacked her lips.

"Shut the fuck up and get cho damn shirt." She took it off. I thought I got lucky,but she had on an under shirt. "Bishh,you thought you was gone see this sexy piece of ass right her."

"Whateva,just get ready,"I said grabbin my shirt back.

Asia's P.O.V

While Travis was askin for his shirt,some private number called me.

"Hello,"I said in my business voice. No one answered back. "If you don't answer,I'm gonna hang up."

There was breathing on the other side. The only thing that's goin thru my head is that the police was tryna track my phone. If it wasn't the police,it was Timothy. I hung up so their signal would be messed up.

I was lookin for my high wasted pants when private came back on my phone.

"What the fuck you want!" I yelled through the phone. I don't fill like playin,especially when I was aggravated cuz I couldn't find these damn pants.

"Don't be yellin at me like that,"some dude told me over the phone.

"I don't kno who the fuck you think you is,but you called my phone. If I have to,I'll find out where you live and beat the ass off you." I don't kno what people be thinkin when they disrespect others and try to get respect from the person they just disrespected. Like,the fuck? Got me fucked up.

"Chill out Asia damn. Yo number was the only one I remembered. This yo cousin,Dj."

"Boy,I was ready to fight. Why you callin me off a blocked number." I asked puttin it on speaker to finished lookin for the jeans.