what's a true legit friend that is always there for you. your homie or maybe your ride or die. well this is the true story about my friend nicknamed motherfucker welcome to hell bitches
A couple days had passed and I was getting the hang of the whole"middle school life" I had learned the boy named "motherfucker" was in the 8th grade while I was in the sixth (at the time I'm not that fucking age now)
I had also learned no one knew his real name or at least the people I talked to didn't know it. I had became obsessed with getting to know him and I was getting desperate about it.
I noticed everyday he would walk to school with his group of friends and hang by the back side of the school. One guy I noticed was in my first period class and I could talk to him and ask him more about "motherfucker."
So that day on my first period class I sat by the guy who's name is David by the way. David was chill and he cracked joked all the time so I had no idea he was gonna do what he did next.
"Hey david can I ask you about your friend?" I smiled making it impossible for him to say no
"Aww does Jo have a crush!" He blurted which caused some attention which made me slap him playfully on his hand.
"No but he goes by the name mothetfucker, he's tall, brown hair and green eyes" I explained the details of him which I have no fucking idea why I had to do that bullshit like dafuq?
"Explain more" david looked curious so I didn't know if he was playing or telling the truth
"Umm he was beating up some dude with black hair...kinda shorter than him" I had just realized I wasn't supposed to tell anyone about what I saw and by then it was too late.
"Wait that bitch beat up my little brother again!? Oh I'm gonna kill that asshole!" David got straight up from his chair and walked out of the classroom. The teacher yelled for him to come back in but he didn't listen, so I had to go find him before class started.
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(This pic resembles David better than any other one I could find)
It was pretty easily to find him I just followed his running footsteps and he went outside. He had no idea I was following him but he wasn't the one I was afraid of.
David had turned off into our track and there "motherfucker" was sitting on the ground playing with some pocket knife, and that made me even more anxious to get the fuck out of there.
He had noticed us and put it in his pocket, slowly getting back up to his feet.
"Why you fucking messing with my little bro again!? I told you leave him alone!" David spat getting all up in motherfucker's face.
"How and the hell would you kn~" motherfucker stopped and looked at me but with a twisted 'im gonna get you grin'
"Oh you fucking dirty bitch..." He smirked reaching for his pocket and easily punching david down who was confused on why he was mad at me.
All I knew was to run I mean we where on a track field any way..better show off my skills before I die at least.
He charged at me which made me not pay attention to where I was going so ended up cornering myself into a fence and lord that had hurt enough.
He laughed getting closer to me with that knife and I just watched and then I had one more trick up my sleeve.
To avoid a situation you can A. Freak them out B. Scare them
And to freak him out I would just be myself cause I'm crazy, but to scare him I could of acted like a actual gang member (I know back then I was mental still am)
So I went with scaring him to make him think I was tough.
"You not gonna do shit bitch!" I barked up at him with a poker face on while he checked me out rolling his eyes
"What makes you think I won't? Huh?" He grinned biting his lip
"Cause my brother Alejandro would beat your fucking ass...Bitch!" I grinned back to make him think I wasn't worried when I was terrified
"Your computer nerd brother won't do shit to me but piss he pants" he smiled again but showing his teeth.
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"Nahh he about that gang life! Red squad!" I clapped my hands together showing some random symbol. (Yes I used to talk like that..I actually still do)
"Oh he about that life huh? That ride or die shit! Well if he is all about that then your bitch ass brother won't have a problem meeting me Friday at pine street park" and with that he walked off but I had noticed he had put the knife In my pocket.
