In and Out |Dave East| editing.

Chapter 1

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"So be real Jay, if we suppose to be in a relationship how come you don't act like it."

I rolled my eyes. "How don't I act like it Maze plus who the hell said we were in one."

"Is that a rhetorical question, you really gonna sit here and not claim me."

I sighed cause she was slowly but surely pissing me off.

"You walk around here with yo friends and don't even acknowledge me half the time and you always talking to boys." her eyes watered. "You don't understand how that shit makes me feel, you need to get yo shit together." she yelled stomping her feet.

I furrowed my eyebrows cause clearly she got me mixed up with some other bitch.

"Say, yo ass better calm the fuck down, ion know who you think ya raising yo voice at girl."

She backed away from me and sat down.

"I'm tired of having this hea' conversation witcho ass mane, I done told yo ass already that ion have a girl, thats yo ass that keep telling yaself that."

She remained quiet.

"If it ain't this shit hea' you hollering about then it's about me talking to some niggas like damn, it ain't just about the pussy Maze, I like dick to my nigga."

Still she remained quiet, just pissing me off more.

"You may speak now bro."

She sighed looking in her lap playing with her hands.

"I'm sorry Jaycean, it's just that I get jealous seeing you with other girls and boys."

"For why though, I'm with yo ass twenty four seven lady."

"It's just how I've been feeling lately." she said with so much attitude.

"Aight look I'm done with this hea' conversation, it's starting to piss me off woe, you can let yo ass out my crib." I told her going to my room.

By the way my name is Jaycean MaKhya Marie Alexander or as some people say Baby Jay.

I'm 21 years old. I have an older brudda named Jordon Marion Malik Alexander, he goes by Big Jay, he lives in Houston with his father, he's 22.

We only have the same mother. We both are originally from New Orleans but I live in Los Angeles. We been away from home for so long that our accents only come out if we mad or yelling.

I love basketball, it's always been a dream of mines to be on the Los Angeles Clippers with all the boys. I don't think I can ever make it in basketball because of my temper.

Three years ago I got into a bad ass fight were I beat this girl so badly in her face just cause she stepped on my freshly new Jordan Black Velvet 11's that costs damn near three hundred dollars.

I ended up going to jail for a month or two and then they made me go to a hospital were I tested positive for Dissociative Identity Disorder which I believe is bullshit cause I am not crazy.

I just talk to myself alot plus I don't take the pills like I suppose to and things might get out of hand but I know I can control myself, other people just seem to think otherwise.

Laying in bed watching 24 Legacy, eating popcorn, shit was getting hype, I was all in until somebody started facetiming me.

Rolling my eyes, I answered.

"Jordon you better be dying, Nicole and Issac are getting to comfortable around each other while Eric out trying to get them files."

He chuckled. "Sorry sis, I forgot you had shows that come on every day."