mute.

TEN

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𝖏𝖆𝖍𝖘𝖊𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖞.
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i stared out the window, but it was kinda blurry from the rain.

my stupid ass *6ix9ine vc* really let stokeley drive me home. on the way, it's been awkward as hell.

gazzy retarded ass keep blowing up my phone, but he's been doing that for days.

"yo ass never talk, wassup wit you?" stoke kept asking a bunch of questions, it's getting on my nerves. his ass needa learn how to mind his damn business, damn. needa read one of them how to books.

i glanced at him, and shook my head. ion even know why i let him drive me home.

i stare out the window, mentally praying that this car ride was almost over.

slowly, the car pulled up infront of my house. instantly, i grabbed my bookbag and opened the door.

stokeley tightly grabbed my wrist before i could leave. i looked at him, his eyes showed confusion.

"for real tho, you never be talkin. whatchu' mute or sum?" 

i actually never considered myself as mute, a bitch just don't like talking.

i sighed, and looked down.

tbh i just wanna be on good terms with stokeley, i mean shit, like he said he didn't do anything. i just take my anger out on him, but i'm really mad at gazzy and omar asses.

i snatched my wrist out his grip, and got out the car.

"i-i'll t-text y-you l-later." i stuttered. damn, my mouth drier than a cactus's pussy.

gotta talk sooner or later.

his face brightened, and big ass smile came across his face.

"ight babyboy."

- me making short chapters on purpose