Prolong
I slapped the nigga so hard that my wrist started to hurt. He didn't want to let go so I tried for the second one but he dodged it clamping my hand together with his. I stopped dead when I saw him reach for something from his pockets.
It might be a knife.
Or gun.
Or
A phone.
A phone???
He turned on the flashlights and for that brief moment on not knowing who I slapped, I prayed.
As in correct prayers all the 'Subhana' I could remember.
"Lali right??" the voice spoke.
Let me use physics here. The light rays from his flashlight got reflected to my eyes , the image that was formed appeared erect and perfectly sober.
Chuck.
My poor brain interpreted.
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I have my capri-sonne straw in between my lips and a badman sitting across me.
Somehow it's feels like de'javu.
Bitch it ain't any de'javu remember about a week ago you slept at his house?
Wai de'javu.
Ha girl.
Ha!
Oh it's true fah. Toh stop insulting me.
"Mu fara (let us start)." Haidar informed me.
Chuck sat at the adjacent seat with his caprisonne curiously still keeping a close eye on me.
"Toh muje(let's go)."
With that we started our match.
I played using BVB (amazing football club).
He played using Chelsea (slightly good).
I had my dual shock controlla in my hands, my caprisonne pressed In between my lips.
Suddenly I felt the urge to win.
It's a normal thing with me.
I love winning.
Beep.
The whistle blew.
The wide screen tv was enough for the eyes of everybody in that room to fit and watch.
The graphics as usual awesome.
The effects, the sound of fake recorded fans cheering for their respective clubs.
One more time, let me look at my competitor.
Darm he looks serious.
Ohho.
Finish folding your eyebrows anyhow.
I go chop ya fada.
My eyes wondered off to the girl that bought me my juice box, she is still giving me the bad eye.
Please I wasn't the one that sent you. Sha thank you for the chilled refreshing drink.
The match went on for some time. I have to say he got better compared to the last time we played back at his place. He's so good. Like really good.
I was actually finding it difficult to matchup with him but it's me na.
I'm better than any lyrical taliban.
The game got hotter and hotter.
I found it really annoying that my veil kept falling and my controlla kept disturbing my vision.
See normally at home I don't cover my hair while playing i normally part my hair into two and enjoy my game to the fullest ,even with Ayman.
