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   I just dropped Pablo off to his destination and laughed. Why? This boy is a trip. I'm so upset that my brother is good looking because females ask me all the time about my brother. As of now, i'm on my way to the grocery store. About five minutes later i arrive to my destination, and i instantly grabbed a buggie. As i walked around Publix, i looked at the grocery list i mad on my phone. First, thing first, we need milk. I began making my way to the dairy section when i ran into one of Pablo friends.

Snoop: Wassup sis, you seen Pablo?
Hope: I just dropped him off to some...
Snoop: Female?
Hope: Yeah. How did you know?
Snoop: It's a bet.
Hope: Wait, ya'll made a bet on a girl.
Snoop: Yeah.

     I grabbed Snoop.

Hope: Be glad you're not my child Snoop.
Snoop: What's so bad about making a bet?
Hope: Snoop you just made a bet with Pablo, basically to see if he can get in that girl pants.
Snoop: Its not like she's innocent Hope.
Hope: Get home now. I better not catch you walking these streets when i get ready to leave for work.

    I let Snoop go and he walked away. Just as i was looking for what's next to get, i got a text from DJ. Ughh what do he want?

#text convo#
DJ: U mad at me ma?
Me: Nah. Just dont ask me again
DJ: ight. U work tonight?
Me: yeah. I think i'ma go back to school though.
DJ: y?
Me: Bartending ain't fun no more.
DJ: speaking of bartending, y u aint tell me where u work at yet?
Me: cuz ion need u getting me fired. Plus thats how i supply for me and my brother.
DJ: Ight. How ya bro anyways?
Me: He good actually.
#end of text convo#

     I exited the messages because i needed to see what else i needed. I checked the list, i need: bread, eggs, ham, yogurt, juice, chips, bananas, pineapples, strawberries, toothpaste, toliet paper, and lotion. If Pablo don't tell me what we need i take shopping into my own hands. For a nigga that stay sexually active this nigga run through lotion like nothing. As i make my way to checkout, my phone buzzed in my back pocket. I pulled it out and responded to DJ text.

#text convo#
DJ: can i slide through?
Me: Yeah, im at the store rn though.
DJ: ight. I was gonna slid thru in 30 though.
Me: o thats fine.
Me: bring me a mango from your house.
#end of text convo#

     The worker ringed me up and my total came up to $38.83. I paid and then made my way back to my car. Soon as i finished putting everything into my trunk, i made my way to putting the shopping cart with all the other one's. As i'm walking back to my car, a guy approached me trying to sell a product and i just told him no thank you. I then got into my car and drove off getting stuck at the light. Just then my brother was calling me. I answered it.

#phone convo#
Lil bro: Sis, come get me
Me: why?
Lil bro: i ran out the house. Niggas came and shot her. I was in the bathroom, i slid...
Me: Where are you?
Lil bro: Tur...
Me: im on my way
#end of phone convo#

     I headed towards Turkey Lane and i picked him up. I didn't say anything to him, i just drove home. Soon as we got back to the apartment, he helped me get the groceries into the house. He went to the bathroom and i heard the water running. Just then DJ walked in. He then grabbed me from behind.

Hope: You locked my door?
DJ: yeah, but wassup with you.
Hope: baby i'm not moving in with you. My little brother stay with me and you know that.
DJ: okay and he can move in to.
Hope: No. I'm not about to have him around the bullshit you do.
DJ: *chuckles* you'on be complaining when i'm paying your bills.
Hope: What's going on between me and you, aint got shit to do with my brother.
DJ: Calm down fo'real. Whats this shit i hear about niggas looking for him?
Hope: what? *turns around*
DJ: Oh he ain't tell you everything huh.
Hope: what are you talking about?
DJ: the bitch he fucked earlier that was the girlfriend of one the eastsideboyz and when he found out she was fucking around, he put a price on her life. Now that they knew that Pablo was there, they looking for him.
Hope: PABLO!

    I began walking down the hall and DJ grabbed me.

DJ: don't bomb rush him. Just let him tell you, see if he can be honest with you.
Hope: i have to work tonight and he's gonna be here alone.
DJ: Nah, i'll have two of boys infront of the door and four of them outside in a car, if you want?
Hope: Don't sit here and think you're getting some, just cause you protecting my only family left besides my mom because your not.
DJ: Man chill, sex ain't all i want from you okay. Now, go shower and get ready for work. I'ma tryna drop you off.

     I rolled my eyes at DJ and went straight to my bathroom to shower. As i'm showering, i began singing, "Right My Wrongs by Bryson Tiller". I highkey laughed because i have no wrongs to right, so what made me sing that song? About fifteen minutes later, i headed out of my bathroom with my towel wrapped around my body. I jumped because DJ scared me. I didn't know that he was in my room. I grabbed some under garments and headed into my walk in closet. I put them on and chose something to wear. I walked out, laid my outfit down on the bed, and began lotioning down my body. DJ just stared at me. I then began getting dressed (outfit down below).

Just then Pablo stood in my doorway looking down at his phone

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Just then Pablo stood in my doorway looking down at his phone.

Hope: Where you going?
Pablo: over to Snoops.
Hope: What time you gonna be back?
Pablo: I'm crashing at his place.
Hope: okay. Need any money?
Pablo: Nah i'm good.
Hope: Okay.

     I watched as his body left my doorway. Seconds later i heard the front door open and close. I couldn't do anything but just look at DJ.

DJ: Don't worry ma.
Hope: You better not let anything happen to him.
DJ: why would i? You know he like my lik brother to.
Hope: Yeah but i know your brother.
DJ: Cut him slack man. He was raised in a broken home. I had a chance to have a better life, he didn't.
Hope: okay.

    I applied a little makeup, then grabbed my bag. Time to put up with drunk niggas and jealous bitches attitudes.

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