❝ It's only a game. Calm down. ❞
What happens when an innocent game of "kiss, marry, kill" turns out to be not so innocent? In which 18 year old, Yasmin; soon realizes that when she'll have to bring the rules of the game to reality. There's no esc...
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Yasmin's P.O.V
"I found the note you left under my drink." I smile open heartedly.
"Obviously. How else would have you called?" Danny retorted back, clearly still upset from the heated altercation last night. I really needed to apologize. He didn't deserve all that extra-ness Jahseh gave to him.
"I'm sorry, okay?"
"About?" he asking looking into the camera this time. His brown eyes catching my attention.
"About last night. You didn't deserve that" I mumble, playing with my bottom lip. "It's cool." He shrugged, going back to not making eye contract. "Look, I think you're really..."
pause. "I'm really what?" He inquired, still distracted with whatever he was playing with off camera. I was trying to find the right words without seeming desperate since I just met this guy, but I needed a distraction.
Sex was always my stress relief, but I knew the consequences and strains it could cause. I always felt like I was using them as some sort of vessel for all my bad energy, which was selfish but necessary.
"...attractive and seem like a genuinely nice guy. I would honestly like to get to know you. Can we start over?" I choke out, holding back a smile. It's true he really was attractive, the genuine part not so much.
"I'll pass, you're boyfriend seems like the drama type and I'm not with all that." He said bluntly, looking off to the side, assuming someone had just walked in. From the "heys" sounds from the door.
"Again, he's NOT my boyfriend." I tell him once the doors closes and whoever walked in left. ".. uh.. my step-brother ...." I lied. "He doesn't like it when I talk to other guys, that's all." He looked back at his screen and smiled.
"I got some weed at the crib. Come thru and we can fosho start over " Wow that was easy. I nod my head before asking 'how much weed' he had.
"Enough to make you forget your own name." he responded flashed two bags of marijuana into the camera. "This all us?" He smiled in responds and I knew the answer.
"Hold on. I gotta send this to my mom" I chuckled, taking a screenshot of our call. "Gotta let her know I'm making new friends." I quickly leaving the FT chat, and texted my mom.
Me: Hey, mom. I just made a new friend. He's a druglord 💕 El chapo's grandson. I was hoping if I could bring him over for dinner?
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