Prototype *Book3*

Chapter 8

Duane P.O.V

I Know Yall Probly Dont Like me, And Think Im A bad Nigga Or Whatever. But Yall Dont Understand !

I LOVE Jas'Ire, With Everything. She Perfect Boyy !

And I Bet Yall Like 'If You Love Her, Why You With Jhalil? Or, Why You Treat Jas'Ire Like That?'

Man Look. I LOVE Jas'Ire, She A Cute, Baby Ass, Bhad Chicke, With M.A.a.D Style. And Respect. She Thicke, And Her Body On Point By 1 Hunnit. Plus Her Hair REAL. And Anything She Say She Can Back Up, With Facts And Them Hands. She Aint No Thot, Hoe, Tricke, No Nothing But A Classy Chicke.

I Fucking HATE Jhalil Ass Dawg. She Slim, Lightskinn, And A Baddie. Buttt That Hoe Just A Skinny Thot Who Can Dress Or Whatever.

But The Question 'WHY Im With Her?' To Be 1 Hunnit With You.... I Dont Even Know Mane. I Dont Want Any Other Nigga To Have Or Hit That. Cause Its Mine. I Want EVERY NIGGA To Be Jealous. But How The Hell Imma Say That When She Cheating.

Not With ONE Nigga. But THE WHOLE DAMN SCHOOL.

Mane That Shit Embarrassing. To Have A Bhad Chicke Who You Want To Hold You Down, Aint Nothing But A Hoe.... And All These Niggas All Up In My Face Like We Friends, But Hittin My Chicke ?

Man Nahhhh ! These Niggas Snakes Bruh. 'Smile In Yo Face, But They Gone Talk Behind Yo Back Bruh'

'I Aint Neva Been A Fuck Nigga' Hit'em With That Rich Homie Quan !

But Real Shit. I Was TRYING To Drop That Hoe Friday For Jas'Ire Ass, But Kay Was Flogin On Jhalil Bruh. Fought The Girl; Beat Her Up, Infront Of The WHOLE School; Snaped On Her; Punched Her In The Face; Kicked Her Out Her Car.. Which I Have No Problem With, Cause It Is HER Car; AND Knocked Her Ass Out, Sending Her To The Hostpital.

Jhalil Soft Ass Was Crying And All That Shit, So How Imma Leave The Girl During The Time She Need Somebody Most?

Like I Said. Hit'em With That Rich Homie 'I Aint Neva Been A Fuck Nigga'. I Be On That 'Love No Thotties' And 'We'on Love These Hoes' But, I Still Care For People.

See I Aint Like These Po' Boys Outchea, Flexing In My Namebrand Shit, Having Peopl THINK I Got Money. On My ME, MYSELF, AND I Stuff, BUT Struggling? Nahhhh Son ! It Dont Work Like That.

I Aint No Po' Boy. I Got ALL Namebrand Shit. And I Wear It 24/7 Even To Sleep Im In Some Polo Boxers, And Nike Gymshorts.

But I Dont Flex In My Shit. Im On That Sammurd Rae A.k.A Ear Drummaz 'No Flex Zone' Type Style. Imma Wear My Shit Cause Thats Why I Bought It; TO FUCKING WEAR.

Them Po' Boys Buy It To Show Off To Other Niggas.... Thats Why They Ass Struggling. Cause They Busy Trynna Look Better And Stunt On The Next Nigga. And God Aint Blessing Them.

Now Im ACTUALLY Stuntin On All These Niggas. Being Grateful, And Careing Bout The Shit I Have. Thats Why I Get My Blessings. Cause I Aint Busy TRYING To Look Better Than Another Nigga. I KNOW Im Better Than Every Nigga But God And Jesus Christ. Cause If It Wasnt For Them I Wouldnt Have Everything I Have Today.

Only Friends I Have Is Squad, And A Few Other People. Got To Keep My Circle Small. But I See Squad Dont Fuck With Me Like That... Now... CAUSE OF JHALIL DUMB ASS.

She Know She Soft, So Why Talk Shit If You Cant Back It Up. Dumb Bitch, But Whatever.

She Irrelevant As Fuck Now. Cause I Broke Up With Her, And Told Her Bout Herself. She Just Too Much.

And Now I Find Out Her Ass Missing. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK ?

She Probly Doing It For Attention. -___-