Jasmines POV
Blake is the only person I want to talk to. Him and my father both are thugs. "Bro am I wrong for feelinh the way I feel?." He tells me that it wasn't a big deal. "But I see where your coming from. Your hurt because nobody told you shit. Call the lil nigga before I get involed I hate seeing you like this."
Text Conversation
Me: Rashad. TBH im not mad at you im mad at the fact nobody told me anything.
Bae: Ii8 im gonna pull up amd me you and ur dad could talk bout this.
Me: Yeah Yeah whatever.
Bae: Bye.
End Of Text Conversation
I see Rashad throwing rocks at my bedroom window. "Nigga this ain't a fucking movie use the front door." He enters the house. My dad daps him up and told me to sit. Rashad pulls out an A-K and places it on the table the table. My jaw drops. "Close your mouth you might catch some dick." My father gave him the eye and Blake when upstairs laughing.
Rashad's POV
I burst out laughing but boss looked at me then at the gun. I put my head down to show respect. "HELLOOOO I'M HERE!" says Jasmine. "Long story short Rashad works for me. I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way." Boss says. I then hold her hand and say. "Bae can we please move on from this." She looks up at me and says yeah "Whatever see you at practice tomorrow." Says Jasmine, "Damn I wanna see how this gon play out." I say as I leave the house.
