Asking For It

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(George)
I slammed my hands on the counter in a fit of rage. The guys all watched as my anger took over, I took a deep breath in and collected myself. I looked at all the guys "I'm fucking done with him, he's getting on my last nerve. He needs to move on, he's acting like a child" I say. The guys nod and we stand in silence as we think.

I start to think of a way to get Aron back for all of these diss tracks on us. Danny started to sway his head back in forth, he must be thinking of lyrics. I feel my phone go off and see that it's a text from Aron, he still has my number.

Aron: hey Georgeeeeeeeeeeeeeee you like?

I see that he sent a link to When We Ride.

Me: shut the fuck up Aron, I know where you live and I'm not afraid to beat your ass.

Aron: that's what they all say. See ya fatass!

I put my phone in my pocket and storm out the door, I get into my car and make my way to Arons place.

I barge into Arons house and go straight to his room, where he always hides. I bust open his door and he practically falls off his bed, I pick him up by his shirt as he tries to back away "if you ever, and I mean ever, pull shit like that again Erlichman you're going to be the one who's going to be dead in a ditch" I say. He quickly nods his head and I set him down.

I cross my arms and turn my back, leaving his house. I go to my car and I sigh, I feel guilty, I look back at his house, hopefully, one last time before I drive off.

I love you Aron.

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