mute.

FOUR

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𝖏𝖆𝖍𝖘𝖊𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖞.
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"so, stoke wants you to come over?" micheal looked at me, braiding up gazzy's dreads.

i nodded, and gazzy kissed his teeth.
"he ain't finna go over there, jah know betta'!" gazzy sipped his milkshake, I BOUGHT, from mcdonald's. "and that's the tea."

micheal laughed. i smiled watching the two ugly fuckers.

my phone dinged, probably my mama checking up on me.

506 - 356 - 7890 : hey fag .
506 - 356 - 7890 : answer my damn texts jahseh🙄 .
506 - 356 - 7890 : this stokeley, dumbass .
(read at 3:34 p.m)

i forgot i gave my number to his ass. what a bad decision.

: stop fucking blowing up my phone jit 👺 .

barney🧟‍♂️🌚 : oh u bold now, shut that shit up & come over .

: i ain't comin .

barney🧟‍♂️🌚 : fuck u mean ?

: i said what i said, periodtt .
(read at 3:45 p.m)

i mean, i should go. ion want him failing since i'm being petty. ima nice ass person :) .

i got up and dusted myself off, grabbing my keys.

"you finna leave?" michael looked up from doing gazzy's shit. i nodded, and gazzy whined.

"aye, come back later!" gazzy yelled. he always yelling. tf.

i walked out michael's apartment, getting in my car and driving off.

a couple mins later, i pulled up in front of stoke's house. why his ass got a whole garden planted in front? ya know what, we don't judge people by their appearance.

i got out my car, and knocked on his door.

omar tall ass opened the door, and frowned. i ain't even surprised.

"why yo ass here?" he stared down at me for a good ol' 20 seconds. "you know what, don't even answer that question."

it's not like i was going to but ok.

"stoke, jah here!" omar yelled, before glancing at me. he ain't even gone let me in.

barney, *coughs* stokeley walked up to the door, holding a blunt. he looked up and down, all confused and shit.

"i thought you said you weren't comin'?" i shrugged, and he groaned.

"if yo ass ain't come, i could've got my dick sucked by a cute bitch." he looked back at me, glaring.

i don't give one fuck, two fucks, red fucks, blue fucks. tf i look like?

he lead me to the couch, sitting down in front of me.

we started working on the project ms. brown assigned, i would glance at stoke. he was a cutie tbh. just got a nasty ass attitude.

"no homo, but you a lil cute." he smiled, showing off his grillz. you could hear omar suck his teeth in the kitchen. i forgot he was still here.

my face heated up, and a small smile crept on my face. wow, i'm blushing. haven't done that in a long time.

he chuckled, and we continued to work.

*sighs in i want my cheeks clapped*

we finally finished, and i grabbed my stuff.

"again, thanks for coming over mane." he thanked me, as i walked out the door.

i nodded, and he licked his lips.

"see you at school, ight." he looked at me, and i nodded again.

i hope his ass leave me alone now.

- i wanna make a smokepump story, i'll probably do it later tho. this chapter was ass.