Thugged Out 4: Real Life

FIFTEEN- Think

The shit in the media is a prime example of how NOT to come at me 🖕🏾
And another thing... I've been trying to hold back on saying this but some of y'all got me fucked up. Y'all come at me with rude ass inboxes about not updating and all that dumb ass shit but I HAVE A FUCKING LIFE and I ain't putting it on hold for a mf soul. I don't owe none of y'all no explanation no gotdamn way. I ain't getting paid 4 this shit so unless u finna send me some money on PayPal, shut the fuck up talking 2 me complaining about it not being updated on your damn terms. I update more than anybody I know anyway. And something else. Yall and these rude ass comments got me fucked up. Some of y'all feel like it's okay 2 say WHATEVER to me about my writing as if y'all paying my ass. Suck a dick dumb bitches and y'all know who y'all are. Y'all ran over dog shit looking asses ain't paid a dime 4 it so stop complaining about some FREE shit or straight up don't read the mothafucka. No, this ain't directed at everybody, just the ugly ass Wattpad thugs who can't even outwrite me on a bad day but always got shit 2 say about what they do and don't like about my shit. On with the story we go...

"Take a deep breath and think before you let it go." -  Lyfe Jennings & LaLa Brown

CRUISE DAY 4: PART 2
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LALA

"Stop looking at me, mane, damn." I say to Sean as we walk around on the blue walking trail they got outside at the top of the ship by the basketball court. People are out here jogging this late at night. Sean asked me to come out here with him. Me and Tae ain't talking right now so I be with Sean mainly.

"Quit being like that, LaLa. I didn't even do shit. You pretty as hell. Why you don't want me to look?" he asks. I stop walking then look at him crazy. "I'm handsome. Don't call me pretty." I say. "I ain't with that gay shit so I ain't calling a damn thing handsome unless I'm talking about myself. You a girl. I ain't calling you handsome." he says. I roll my eyes at him as he starts laughing at me.

"Quit making me feel weird, nigga, damn." I demand. "Nobody making you feel weird. Those are called butterflies." he says, grinning as he pokes  my stomach. "Butterflies? I don't have no butterflies in my stomach right now. I don't even know how that shit even feel." I say, shaking my head no. No bitch can make me have butterflies so I know he can't do it neither, period.

"That feeling you get in yo stomach when I make you feel some type of way is butterflies. I know you feel that shit." he says, wrapping his arm around my waist. For a young nigga, Sean really be speaking that shit like he grown. Maybe, that's how he was able to get a  twenty six year old on here to let him fuck her  the other day. "You got two seconds to back up off me, nigga." I warn him. Then Imma start swinging on his ass and bust his nose too.

He steps back then starts laughing. "What you being that way for, LaLa? It's just me and you out here right now. Nobody from our family finna see us so you don't have to pretend like you ain't feeling a nigga right now." he says. Both of us start back walking the trail. "If I was feeling you, I would've told you that shit." I say. He grabs my hand. I look down at our hands then back at him. "The hell you doing?" I ask him, raising my eyebrow. "I'm waiting on you to tell me. You said if you was feeling me, you would've told me. So, tell me." he says. This nigga swear he got all the game.

I roll my eyes at him. He's just staring at me. "Can you give me my hand back, bruh?" I ask. He leads me to an outdoor gaming area that's up here. There's pool tables and it's by the sky course thing. They have some type of chairs out here. It's only two little kids on the foosball table. We sit down next to each other. "You know, I've always had so much love for you, Antayla?" he asks. "Don't call me my real name. It's LaLa Mothafuckin Savage for you." I say, only making him laugh. He stands up then grabs my arm. I roll my eyes at him as he pulls me down on his lap. "When you with me, you just my fine ass Antayla. Keep all that other shit for the lames." he says. He kisses me on my ear, making me feel funny as hell inside.