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THREE

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𝖏𝖆𝖍𝖘𝖊𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖞.
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"jah, take me to mcdonald's." gazzy whined, poking my arm. when his ass stay back, he gon' be crying. never be doing his homework and classwork.

i invited gazzy over, since i was being stupid as fuck, so we could work on homework and shit, but all he doin' is complaining about food.

i rolled my eyes and continued to work on my homework, since i wanna go to college.

"bitch, take me to mcdonald's so i can get some damn food in my system."

i looked at him and smiled, before shaking my head. dirty bitch acting like i'm one rich ass nigga and can pay for everything, cuz his ass know he ain't gon' wanna pay for his shit.

i grabbed my phone and set him a message.

: you acting like i'm oprah winfrey and got all the money in the world, give me some coin and then we can go . 😌

he read the message, and kissed his teeth.

"this why ion' like you. you remind me of my mamá." he groaned. this what everybody tell me. just because ima responsible ass person, means that i'm a mom figure. ok.

i finished my homework, and put all my shit back in my bag.

"fine, let's just go to chipotle." gazzy shrugged. now he really trippin.

i laughed, wiping my non-existent tears. this bitch must be crazy. i ain't finna waste 20 dollars on a damn burrito that's not even that good.

"really jah, i'm starving." he whined, sound like a whole damn dog.

i rolled my eyes, and grabbed my car keys, before standing up. ima regret this.

"thanks mejor amigá." he giggled, and sped-walked outside. i sat in the driver's seat and waited for gazzy's slow ass to hurry up and get in the car.

he finally got in the car, and we drove away.

'crew' by goldlink blasted through the speakers, and gazzy's screeching, i mean singing, was hurtin' my fucking ears.

the hell i had to go through to get to mcdonald's was unacceptable. i ain't going anywhere with his ass again.

when we walked in, stokeley,
i mean dirty durag man, stood in line. he was by himself, i'm surprised omar ain't with his ass. those two are never apart. i remember when omar cussed out the principal about his classes getting switched so he can be with stokeley.
now that's just desperate.

i stood next to gazzy, right behind dirty durag man.

"ain't that stokeley?" gazzy whispered, looking around for omar, i guess.

i nodded, and crossed my arms.

stokeley pokeley turned around and stared at me. i swear to god, this man had over 10 things in his hand. fatass.

he rolled his eyes and walked away. bitch, i wasn't staring at you, you was starin- nvm.

"wassup y'all!" michael smiled, leaning down on the counter.

"you gon' get fired for having conversations with customers, lemme order my food." gazzy crossed his arms, chewing on some gum i didn't know he had. shii, give me some bitch.

"shut up, i'm making my coin either way. whatchu' want?"

i leaned against the counter, staring at stoke.

fine ass bastard.

alexa play could've been by h.e.r.

he could've busted these chee-

"jah! nigga!"

i looked over, and saw gazzy with his food.

"gimme my fuckin' coins. it's $11.29." michael held his palm out, smiling.

i've got some mean ass friends, always bullying me and shit. i handed him the money, and gave him a weak ass hug.

we walked away, and felt somebody grab my wrist.

finna sock this nig-

"come over later luh' nigga. we gotta work on that project." i looked at stoke, and nodded.
now why in the hell-

I WAS FINNA KNOCK THE FUCK OUTTA HIS ASS, BUT SOFT JAH CAME OUT AND SAID NAH.

he wrote his address down on a napkin, and i gave him my number. his handwriting sloppy as hell, i'll just ask gazzy to translate it.

i walked outside, and gazzy sat in the car, with his screeching.

ima just walk home.