Chapter 17

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First of all yes Peyton is fine as hell and no he couldn't be ugly cuz Cassie don't do ugly.

Second of all... If I know my daddy will beat my ass for not coming home on time imma take Peyton ride. Yes y'all know Micah crazy, but he ain't never beat her ass before like her daddy has so yea jump in that car sis.

If you ain't notice I made reference to him knowing Spanish. His grandpa name is "Jorge" go figure.

Chapter 17:

Micah Grayson

Weaving through traffic Micah had managed to calm himself down. One thing he wasn't trying to do was go to jail. He just couldn't fuck with it.

Turning up the radio he bobbed his head to Key to the streets: Lucci x Migos that was blasting through his speakers.

"I'ma flood that bitch with more keys than a piano. All these bitches say they love me, I'm so handsome." Micah rapped smirking while pulling at his chin hair. "Yeah they know bout Micah go and ask 'em, they gon tell ya."

Opening his arm rest Micah pulled out his pack of cigarettes. Grabbing one from the box he placed it between his lips before searching his pockets for a lighter.

"Shit." He mumbled not being able to find his lighter as he swerved from not paying attention causing cars to honk.

Sucking his teeth Micah chased the car down pulling up along side it on the freeway and flicking the lady off. "Fuck you bitch."

He had a bit of road rage at times but it was only because people couldn't drive. If they would drive like he wanted them to he wouldn't need to complain.

Finally remembering he had a lighter in the door panel he reached over and grabbed it. Lighting the cigarette Micah took a drag while still enjoying his music.

Cassie had been calling his phone, but he had t answered yet because he was seconds away from choking her out. He wanted to smack fire from her for even riding home with Peyton.

Deciding he was stable enough to hold a sensible conversation he pulled his vibrating phone from the console. Rolling his eyes he slid the bar and took another puff from the cigarette before placing the phone to his ear.

"Yea." He answered dryly.

"The police just left my house." Cassie said into the phone as Micah shrugged.

"And what they say?" Micah asked cutting his music down and placing her on speaker.

"The questioned Peyton about what happened to him first and then they questioned me." Cassie mumbled.

"Why the fuck are you mumbling, and if you was in the house how they even know to question you?" Micah asked trying to understand.

"One of the neighbors apparently seen everything and told them that Peyton and I were fighting before you came."

Cracking his window Micah let the smoke air out while ashing the cigarette.

"People never minding they business, but why was y'all fighting anyway? Actually didn't I tell you not to even talk to him? I'm starting to believe you really are hard headed." Micah said slowing down as he noticed the police in his rear view mirror.

Sighing Cassie played with her fingers. "I needed to get home before my dad did. When he offered I didn't think it-"

"Exactly you didn't think and listen to Micah when he clearly warned you." Micah said cutting her off and referring to himself in third person.

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