Pretty Kitty - Slumptacion

[two] a helping hand

"Wha- how?! I swear this fucking game- BITCH!"

I nearly tossed the controller. Toad whooped my ass again. I hate Mario Kart.

"Fuck toad and fuck the blue shells too." I mumbled.

'Why you gotta acaact liiiike thaaat?'

I jumped at the sound of my ringtone. I put a hand over my fastly beating heart and answered.

"Hey, Jarad."

There was a sniff on the other end. Was he crying? Again? "H-hey, Stokes. I uh, I need your help."

"Yeah sure. What's up? You okay?" I asked, now worried.

He let out a sob and sniffed again. He choked and cleared his throat. "Uh- yeah! Yeah man! I'm amazing right now. Fine. Yep." He was obviously lying.

"Yeah suuureee." I replied.

"Can you come by or are you busy?"

I looked back at my TV screen. The words 'LOSER: 12TH PLACE' flashed back at me and I nearly spazzed.

"Nope. I'm not doing anything. I'll be there in a minute." I said.

"O-okay." He said quietly. I could hear him breathing harder than before. Probably crying.

"Yo man, be honest, are you crying?"

"No, I'm good! Well, maybe a little..........yes. My feelings-"

"Bye, Jarad." I said before hanging up. I didn't feel like dealing with him right now, especially not over the phone since I'm already gonna have to be around his depressed ass when I go to his house to see what's wrong with him.

A laugh came from the TV. Toad was jumping up and down while laughing happily and holding the 1st place trophy.

"Fuck you too." I grumbled as I turned it off.

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I'll admit, this wasn't what I was expecting at all when I knocked on the door.

A sour faced Micheal answered the door and rolled his eyes.

"Jarad, Stokeley's here."

I felt offended. "Well damn. I'm sorry for whatever I did."

"No, you're fine Stokes. It's your dumbass, shit headed, dog ass, long faced cousin that's got shit twisted. Here, you can come in." Micheal said. He moved out of the way and I slowly walked inside.

I was contemplating on just booking it and peeling off. I scratched the thought. It was too late for bailing though because Micheal had already slammed, the door hard as hell might I add.

"Wait, what happened?" I asked. Micheal looked at me with a pissed off look on his face and I took a small step back just in case Micheal decided to let his anger out on me.

"This depressed piece of donkey shit cheated on me with some hoe and got his slow ass caught."

"Oh shit. Jarad cheated?" I gasped. This ugly ass nigga really out here cheating.

I heard sniffing coming from behind me and turned around. Jarad had tears falling from his eyes. A familiar sight.

"Hey Stokeley." He said acknowledging me. His eyes landed on Micheal. "Will you-"

"Fuck you bitch. Go do what Winter did and go kill yourself in the bathtub." Micheal spat and walked off.

"Aye nigga, fuck Jarad! Shit, that hurt me!" I yelled after him.