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"Stuck in my ways."
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The sun beamed through the clouds, the palm trees swished around in the air, it was a great day outside in a different city. The crew decided to take a trip to somewhere else. Rap music played in the background, Shamar leaned over the balcony sparking up a blunt. Over the pass few months his life had changed he no longer saw his daughter everyday due to Maria moving out he only was allowed to see her on weekends, the last time he saw Bree was when she moving out of the building across the street he heard through the grape vine that she moved uptown, and ofcourse him and his crew were making more money than ever.
They were making drug deals all over the city and still robbing people left and right. Smoke escaped from his nostrils, he turned around coming face to face with Jack "Nigga you almost got shot, why you sneakin' up me?"
"I was calling you for hours shit i thought you was deaf. But me and 'rawn bouta hit up a few spots you comin'?"
He placed the blunt between his lips glancing at the tall buildings "Shit lets go."
She giggled taking a sip from the glass of wine. It was an ordinary Saturday evening for her she sat on the couch chit chatting with men that were trying to have sex with her. It was fun going out on dates whenever she felt like it and she didn't have to sex with them. Bree was enjoying her single life she was back to her old ways. She hadn't seen Shamar since she moved and she hadn't seen Drake since she left him. She hoped all was well with Drake and that he got back with his girlfriend. Although she tried to erase Shamar out of her life she still thought about him every night. She wondered if he thought of her too...
Bree sighed switching her phone off, she hated when she randomly thought of her ex. It made her sunny day turn gloomy. Maybe she should call him? That's foolish what would she even say? "Hey i miss you" But everyone does stupid things under the influence of alcohol right?
The boys were roaming the city in a drop top, the sun was setting. Two random girls sat in the backseat Sharawn and Jack picked them up from a the bar they were at. Shamar's eyes widened watching the girl slide her crop top off. She stood up allowing the cool breeze to brush against her chest, she giggled swaying her shirt around in the air.
"The hoes wild ova hea'." Shamar muttered slouching in his seat he lifted the red cup up to his lips taking a sip. One of the girls named Farrah sat beside him, she brushed her hands against his chest trailing down to the short pants he wore.
After an hour of contemplating whether or not to call him Bree finally made her decision. She tapped the call icon pressing the cellphone against her ear.
"Holy shit." Jack shouted glancing in the backseat "This hoe wild as fuck." Shamar chuckled. Farrah gripped his member stuffing the whole thing in her mouth, she bobbed her head up and down. Shamar bit down on his lip grabbing a handful of her hair. He groaned.
Bree smiled "Hello? Shamar?" Instead of getting an hello back she was greeted by his loud groans and the breeze that was blowing in the background. "The fuck! Wow this nigga ain't shit." She shook her head, without ending the call she tossed the cellphone across the room. It shattered into pieces but she didn't care.
She sinked down to the floor and the water works began.
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I changed the cover and added proper pictures of the characters in "00."
