mute.

EIGHT

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𝖏𝖆𝖍𝖘𝖊𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖞.
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i stared at stokeley, frightened. what if we get caught by this random ass person. then he won't ever stop messing with me.

he put his finger up to his lip, signifying that i have to stay quiet.

i feel like i'm in a lockdown at school.

"omar, somebody's in here." i heard gazzy's voice.  gazzy's annoying ass voice.

wait, why's he with omar?

"that's okay bebé, it doesn't matter."

hold on, bebé?

the fuck is going on?

i looked back at stokeley, he also was very confused.

i unlocked the stall door, kicking it open.

gazzy screamed, he sound like a damn chipmunk.

yeah bitch, you got CAUGHT.

"jah! what the fuck?!" he screamed, his nose flaring.

i point at him and omar, with a confused face.

"why y'all together?" stokeley came from the stall, pointing at omar and gazzy.

"that's not your business, why you with this fag?" omar pointed at me, a disgusted snarl on his face.

"jah probably convinced stoke to fuck him. gay ass." gazzy laughed.

so this what he be doing when he say we can't hang out. talking about me with both these homophobic niggas while he be fucking omar.

like um sweetie your gay t-

that's cute, can you turn around for me?

i just shake my hands, walking out the bathroom. michael and diego looked up at me.

"what took you so long? whatchu' constipated or some shit?" diego laughed, and i signaled then to come on.

they got up, and followed me.

i'm leaving gazzy hypercritical ass here. he can ask omar for a ride.

"what about gazzy?" michael looked at me.

gazzy gon' have to leave me alone, he fake as shit.

i just shake my head, continuing to drive.

i drop the two off, before driving home.

gazzy's just a hypocritical thot, who'll do anything for some dick.