Doing 80 in a 60, fuck a ticket, cause I ain't had that pussy in a minute, in a minute, I told her when I get it, I'ma hit , I'ma hit it - OTW x Dj Luke Nasty
Odell in MM.
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Odell B.
"Thank you God." I mumbled reading over the DNA results. Penelope's son was not mine.
I sat the envelope on the counter before reaching into the fridge and grabbing a water.
Things were so different without Jas here. I honestly missed her so much but it didn't seem like she was missing me at all.
I scrolled down Instagram seeing Jasmine's recent post of her in a mirror. She was looking slightly delicious. I looked and saw a comment from some nigga with 3 heart eyes.
"The fuck?" I mumbled clicking on the boys profile.
After a few minutes of lurking I found out that it was her ex from North Carolina.
I DM'd him and said : Stop putting comments on my girl shit.
Stupid ass.
*
Jasmine J.
"Y'all some damn clowns." I laughed as Neil and Britt told me a story about some woman.
"She was coming for everybody, and you know damn well we was hyping her up." Neil said making us laugh.
"Damn shame." I said as our laughter died down. We were at the mall since it was a nice Saturday and nobody had work.
"But off of us, how you and that fine ass Odell doing?" Neil asked.
I smirked. "We're kind of messed up I guess. We had a huge argument like two weeks ago."
"About what?" Britt asked as we walked into Finish Line.
"He's afraid of commitment and I told him if I'm not worth a title then fuck it basically." I replied looking at some of the shoes.
"That's right baby." Neil said.
I wouldn't dare tell them about Penelope possibly being his baby mama. Somethings were meant to be just between you and your partner. I wouldn't tell his business, even on bad terms.
"Typical. Glad you stood your ground, but I know you miss him." Britt said.
"I do. Sooo much. The thing that really hurts is he's only texted me once since all that." I said.
"Awe boo boo." Neil said. "He'll be back, believe me."
"Maybe." I sighed.
*
"In my bag now, in my bag now!" I sung along with A-Boogie as I cleaned my room.
"Girl hush." I heard somebody say causing me to pause my music.
I walked out of my room seeing Britt with Chris behind her.
"You swear up and down you from New York." Britt laughed.
"I swear I do." I laughed.
Certain music makes me feel like I'm living a certain type of way. 21 Savage makes me feel like I been selling drugs and robbing people my whole life, while YG makes me think I've grown up on the West Coast and Beyonce make me feel like I'm just that bitch.
