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III

Isriel^

"But that's not the problem!" Isriel exclaimed as she mugged Jashaun. Tyrell and Gunna were sittin down at the food court eatin nachos as they heard her yell. He looked at her and knew for a fact that she was frustrated and looked like she wanted to bust off him.

Tyrell shook his head. "You and I both know that ain't the right move." Gunna said. "What?" Goin afta ha, you know yo ass was thinkin it." "I was thinkin she need a real nigga." "And that you could be that nigga." "And?" Tyrell said. "She a Kailis, a GD, and pops ain't gon go fo it." Tyrell looked at them from across the court.

"Then what is it? Cause to me you always got some you wanna argue about." Jashaun said. Tyrell was really good at readin lips. "I'on give a fuck." Tyrell said lookin at her. "So you just ready to risk it all?" Tyrell looked at her as he thought bout the answer to that question.

"Cause you don't listen, you hear what you wanna hear." She said. "Bruh I told you, I listen to everything you say." He said. "You listenin but you ain't hearin nigga and that's the problem, it's like the only time you care to hear what I'm sayin is when it got some to do wit the trap!" That's not true, I just don't care half the time. You mad at yo noms fo what?

You been goin through struggles everybody out hea been goin through since they was born. As soon as yo dad dies everything falls apart and you act out stealin and shit bruh." She laughed as she looked at him. "What?" She asked as she laugh. "Nigga." She laughed.

You dead ass." She asked muggin him. Tyrell could see her legs shakin, he could tell she was tryna not to hit him. The fact that Jashaun could go that low was sad, he swore niggas became mo bitch made by the day."

"Like I said you don't listen. Clearly yo ass haven't been listening to shit I said since the fucking beginning. I tell you, I told you everything and the fact that you clearly didn't listen and deny the fact that you don't is pathetic, I fuckin wasted my time witchu!" She sniffed as she stood up.

Jashaun grabbed her hand but she turned around and slapped him wit the back of her hand. "Yeah." Tyrell finally answered as he watched her walk away. "Aight then go getcho girl." Gunna said.

As Tyrell was about to speak he got cut off by his phone. He picked it up off the table and answered it. "Yeah." He said. "I need you to come make a drop fo me in West Garfield." His Godfather said. "Whoa foe that's a trip." Tyrell said. "But aight I'm on my way."

He said. Afta he hung up his eyes met wit Gunna's. "I gotta make a drop you down or?" "Whea at?" "West Garfield." "That's a trip, my baby ain't gon like that, lil nigga gave me a curfew the otha night." Tyrell laughed. "You lyin." "Nah boa, nigga was like "11:30." I was like what boaa daddy gotta work." They laughed.

"I'ma have to stop by and see my nephew nigga be wylin." "Nigga bad as hell." "That's yo son." Tyrell said laughin a lol. "Memba that time threw a book at the principal." He laughed. "Nah, I had a reason." Tyrell laughed a lil as he stood up. "Nah fam." He said stretching out wit a yawn.

Gunna stood up wit his fries. They both walked out side by side in a comfortable silence until nigga looked at him questionably. "What?" Tyrell asked. "You slidin through T-Dots party?" "I'on know I might show up but not too long."

"C'mon boa, you needa go out and have a good time, you the only nigga I know wit a low ass body count." "Nigga I got twelve, fuck you mean low." "I had twelve junior year." Gunna said lickin his fingas. "And that's why you got a kid." Tyrell said as he walked to his car.