Ride OR Die

Chapter 3: Mine

JAZZ in mm

I just wanna say, you're mine, you're mine

Fuck what you heard, you're mine, you're mine

As long as you know who you belong to

~Mine- Beyonce ft. Drake

Antwan pov

I noticed Dezi standing with her friends. She's usually talking and laughing with them.

Today, she just leaned on her locker. Her gaze didn't have a direction and she played with her fingers.

She's didn't seem like herself but She still managed to look so sexy.

Damn my babygirl looked so good.

I started to walk to her. Tiny fingers grabbed my arm.I looked down at Jazz.

"Hey baby!" She said happily

"What's up" I answered

She looked towards Dezi. A slight smirk appeared on her face. She held me tighter as she kissed my lips.

I looked back at Dezi, who had a hurt expression on her face.

Guilt filled me as she walked past.

"That shit anit cool Jazz" I stated

"I don't know why you even care. She deserves every bit of this. She's probably thinking twice about her actions."

"Look, just chill, ight. She's still my friend."

"You don't even talk to that bitch. Twan let her ass go. She's nothing but a hoe. How she gone fuck your crew, behind your back?"

I shook my head as I felt myself becoming mad all over again.

Jazz intertwined our hands. I groaned.

...

I looked around for Jazz. When I deemed she wasn't here, I tugged slightly at her shirt.

She met my gaze and the rolled her eyes, looking down.

"What?" She said with attitude

I lifted her chin. "Why you acting like this?"

Her lip trembled slightly, before she moved my hand.

"I'm sure Jazz wouldn't appreciate that." She responded as she closed her locker.

"Don't even worry about what I'm doing."

She didn't respond, She just started walking away.

I grabbed her arm.

"Look, I don't why you in your emotions right now but this shit needs to chill" I snapped

She looked at me with anger in her eyes.

"Antwan get away from me with that bullshit." She retorted as she jerked her arm

I just nodded walking off, trying not to add to the attention, we were already getting.

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Tyrone pov

Christian sighs as he watches Dezi leave after her argument with Antwan.

"Man, I wish they would stop this shit. I can't keep spending a whole day, trying to get her back on track."

I leaned on my locker.

"Honestly, I'm surprised how well she's taking it. I know how much she loves him."

He shrugged. "I know too, I guess she's done this too many times."