Intimate || Imagines & Unfinished Stories

004 A Number | Tory Lanez

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"My, you saw that Tory Lanez nigga in there?"

"Yeah, what about him?"

"That nigga really not famous dude. It's funny because he do the most like he got Jay-Z exposure."

"He been around for like 6 years. Wasn't he on a couple songs with YG?"

"Yeah, but he really not 'that nigga' like he think he is." Jay stressed using air quotes

I laughed as I just remembered the text I hadn't replied to over an hour ago.

"Yeah he something else."

"How much money you got?"

"Enough nigga just trust me."

"What I want some kicks?"

"Then you gone keep wanting some. I'm not buying you no shoes, boy. Your shit at least two hundred. Big foot ass."

"You know they say about big feet." Jay licked his lips with a smirk

"Eww nobody wanna hear that, Jay." I looked at him in disgust

"Shut up and get out. We're here."

I opened the door of his truck and rested my feet on the ground.

"My, hurry up!" Jay called from across the parking lot

"If this night don't stop running." I gritted as I speed walked to the entrance of the mall

"Now where we going shoes or makeup?"

"You know me so well." I laughed pulling him toward Sephora

As I browsed my phone lit up my pocket.

"Jay get my phone out my pocket." I leaned a bit giving him access to my pocket

"Why can't you?"

"Umm nails." I waved my hand in front his face

He grabbed it and being the nosey ass he is looked at my notifications.

"Who is 'New Nigga'?

"Nobody, trust me."

"Alright Myana. Let me find out." He stuck my phone back in my pocket before walking off

"Now why the fuck would he do that?" I rolled my eyes trying to grab it

Fuck it. I gave up and took my bag to checkout. My phone buzzed again reminding me that I still had unread messages.

"Excuse me ma'am can you grab my phone?" I asked the woman behind me

She grabbed it then handed it to me. I thanked her with a smile then checked my messages.

'New Nigga': (received)
Aye

'New Nigga': (sent)
Bye

'New Nigga': (received)
Why u so bitter

'New Nigga': (sent)
Don't approach me with a head nod then text me "aye". Who you think I am?

With that I slipped my phone back in my pocket and stepped up the checkout.

"What shoes you want?" I finally found Jay at FootLocker looking up at a wall full of foams

"How much you got?"

"3. 1 if you get these."

"I'm not gone break ya bank, My. Keep your little money."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"As soon as I get some shoes that you wanted don't say I copied you."

"Girl. You copy me all the time. Even when I don't say shit about something and get you get it you're copying me."

"It's hurting my feelings you sound so dumb right now. Mom wouldn't be proud of this, Jay." I wiped a fake tear before heading to the door

"Where we going next?"

"Forever 2-"

"No. You go in there and get lost for hours. No. Next?"

"I won't. I promise."

"You have 20 minutes. 25 tops."

"What if I buy you something?"

"30 minutes."

I squinted together my fingers to show a little bit with a closed lip smile.

"45 minutes, My. That's all you get."

"Deal."