Jamal Robinson
"Man where this nigga at bruh?" Xavier questioned with an attitude.
"Who's being impatient now?" I smirked.
"How about you shut the fuck up." He replied rudely.
"Besides, we been sitting in this empty parking lot too long, we look suspect." He added.
"We just waiting on somebody, we straight. "I assured.
"Well he better hurry the fuck up.. before i mess around and leave his ass" X muttered.
"Hey."
"WHAT THE FUCK." Xavier jumped and I let out a high pitch scream.
Hush stood on the side of the car stale-facing the both of us.
"You can't just be popping up like that, that's how you get shot nigga!" Xavier exclaimed.
Hush shrugged before climbing into the back seat with his bags.
"So you back for good now?" I asked and he nodded.
"Well we glad to see you, hush puppy." X said as he started to pull off.
Hush glared at him through the mirror signaling he didn't want to be called that.
I turned around and looked at him. "You hungry nigga?" I asked. He just shrugged and I looked at him like he was stupid.
"I don't know what that means. Speak up for once" I replied.
"I could eat." He said lowly.
"Better." I smirked before turning back around.
"Aye stop at McDonald's real quick X" I ordered.
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "You got McDonalds money?"
I smacked my teeth. "I gave you gas money"
"Yeah nigga, five dollars! Where's that suppose to get me? The next pump?" He queried.
I heard hush laughing in the back like some shit was funny.
"You shut the fuck up, hush puppy." I retorted.
"Still a bitch I see." Hush mumbled.
"What you said? Speak up so I can knock yo yellow ass the f-"
Smack!
I felt a stinging sensation on the side on my head.
"Damn Jamal, talking all that shit but got smacked.." X said while shaking his head.
I took a deep breath. "You better be lucky you my nigga, anybody elsw wouldve got they ass shot."
"Capped up!" X yelled, him and Hush going into a fit of laughter.
"Be lucky i missed yo ole' quited ass.." I sighed.
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Alaina Alexander
Where the fuck was Xavier's stupid ass and more importantly, what the fuck is he doing? I've been blowing him up non-stop and he hasnt been answering my calls or texts, let me find out hes with that wanna be dyke bitch.
Once I got out of my head I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower before drying off. I applied lotion all over my body. I threw on a half shirt and some shorts not even bothering to put on a bra or underwear. I opened my phone.
10:34 pm..
I decided to call him one more time and he answered after the phone rang.
"Boy where the fuck you at?" I snapped. He laughed obnoxiously intp the phone.
"Imma grown ass man, don't worry about where the fuck I been at.." He said, clearly drunk.
"You been drinking?" I asked.
"Don't worry about it ma, I'll be over there to fuck you later." He assured. I could just see his sexy ass smile when he said that.
"I'll be waiting." I smiled. "Love you.", I quickly hung up the phone.
My phone beeped, i got a text message.
Unknown: Tell that bitch X he finna pay fa wat he did 2 my nigga Vic. Str8 up!🔫
Who the fuck is this?..
This chapter was literally rushed I deleted it and forgot what I wanted to happen so I had to rewrite in in like 10 minutes so sorry if it's bad😂
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