Chapter Seven

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Boog

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Boog

The next day..

I sat on the sectional couch in Ant's living room, smoking a cigarette. It was a bad habit of mine, but i'll get over it eventually. Emely walked over and yanked it out my mouth, throwing it out. Always acting like she my mama.

"Here, eat a lollipop or some candy. It helps you stop smoking these nasty shits." I grabbed the handful of candy from her, popping a cherry jolly rancher in my mouth. 

"Good looks Em."

J, Ant, and Emely sat on the other seats, talking about God knows what. I heard them talking, but was I listening? Nah. I scrolled down my lame ass instagram feed, passing a photo. I quickly scrolled back up and stared at it. Tori just posted a photo of her outfit from last night about 3 minutes ago. I double tapped that shit so fast.

 I double tapped that shit so fast

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@ToriYayo: Last Night 😛

Tori was fine as hell, it didn't make no sense. I just want to personally thank her mother and father for making her pretty ass. That ass was looking right in that dress last night, she made it so hard for me not to keep my hands off it. I decided to comment on it.

[comment] @Boog100k: 😻😻💦

I still couldn't believe that her and her friends are the ones who got beef with Emely and her friends. And I can't believe that Emely wants us to kill them. Like its really not that serious but, if thats what she want. 

I don't even know Tori like that and I'm already having second thoughts about blowing her brains out. I just met shorty last night, and I'm liking her. I need to get closer to her before I can actually pull this shit off. I just hope she ready for Emely though, because that girl don't stop until she gets what she wants.

I was scrolling trough Tori's page, looking at all her photos. I was in the middle of sending her a text when I heard my name being yelled.

"The fuck you want bruh? Quit yelling, Im right here."

"If you was listening, I wouldn't have to yell you fuckin' scrub!" I waved Emely off and locked my phone.

"What, my nigga? Talk."

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