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The white honda civic sat outside of the local gas station. Shamar waltzed out of the gas station with a handful of snacks. He pulled the car door open "Let's get the fuck outta hea'." He spoke sliding in the backseat. The boys were all paranoid they hated driving around with a car full of supply. "What if the police stop us?" Jay stared out the window. "Then it's ova' for them." Shamar shrugged. Jack reached his hand in the backseat "Pass me one of them chips." He spoke.
Shamar tossed the chip bag in the front seat, he nudged Jay "Bro you good?" Jay nodded slowly "I'm coo'." He lied. In reality Jay was ready to pee his pants any minute. Shamar let out a breath shaking his head "I got a place that we can hit up." Jack spoke. Sharawn raised his eyebrows "You mean rob?" Jack nodded "It's this jewelry store on the upper side of town." Shamar cracked the window, he blew smoke from his nostrils "A jewelry store huh?"
Red and blue lights flashed behind the white honda civic. Jay's eyes widened "See I told yaw this shit was gonna happen." He panicked. "Keep ya' panties on man." Jack chuckled. "Nah ain't no way I'm goin' down like this we can ru-" Sharawn was cut off by Shamar "If we run that's gon' make us look suspicious, just pull ova' don't make shit look obvious." Shamar eyed Jay. "Nigga but we are suspicious." Jay added. Shamar glared at him "Shut the fuck up."
The cop car came to a stop behind the white civic. Sharawn rolled down the window "Wazzam officer?" He spoke. Shamar shook his head, he clutched onto the gun on his waist. "Driver's license." The officer spoke. Sharawn scratched his head, he didn't even have his wallet on him. "I ain't got it on me." The officer licked over his lips shaking his head, he stuck his head inside of the car "I'm gonna have to ask all of you boys to step out of the vehicle." He spoke. "Man this ain't even called fa'." Sharawn muttered exiting the car.
Shamar leaned against the car, he glared at the officer "We gonna get caught." Jay whispered. Shamar ignored him still staring at the officer. The trunk popped open, he pulled the duffel bag out "Shit." Sharawn mumbled.
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She stabbed the fork into the salad. He sat across from her, soft music played throughout the restaurant "You look nice." He smirked. "I know." She flashed a smile. "Thankyou for agreeing to come to dinner with me." He spoke. "Freefood." She muttered. "Look, Shay I'm sorry for stepping out on you.. you were the best thing that ever happened to me." He looked her in the eyes but she chuckled. "You're sorry? Drake we were engage and you ruined that for some girl.. you weren't sorry until you got caught."
"Yea and I'm trying to fix it Shay." He tried to grab her hand but she pulled away. "Shay, please come back home." He sighed. "Nope, I'm loving my new apartment it has a nice view. You should be happy that I'm not there you no longer have to sneak her in the house when I'm not there." She chuckled. He ran his hands down his face "Shay I haven't been eating, that girl was a big mistake and I admit it I took you for grante-" she cut him off "Save it I don't care and here you can have your ring back." She yucked the diamond ring off of her finger.
"Shamar what the fuck was you thinkin' man you just shot a fuckin' cop." Jay fussed. "The fuck you wanted me to do? Go to to jail? Huh?" Shamar shoved him. "This ain't the time to fight we gotta get the fuck outta hear." Jack pulled the boys apart. Shamar glared at Jay, he threw the duffel bag in the trunk. "Yea let's go." He placed the gun on his waist. "Jay you gotta calm down bruh." Sharawn started up the car.
"Nah fuck this shit, he just shot a fuckin' cop yaw think they ain't gone find out who did this?" Jay huffed. Shamar sparked up the blunt "Chill bro, look I know it's a risk but if you wanna survive you gotta take risk. I got a family.. I can't be goin' ta jail." Shamar spoke.
