She Wants What She Hates ~ Ally/You (G!P)

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*I'm lowkey dreading this chapter, but for future chapters, it has to happen it's also pretty short LLJ

"So, what happened? Like why did Ma keep that from me?" He asks, glancing at me as he drove. I sigh, "Because she didn't want me or my dad. She left him for yours and abandoned me because I was a mistake."

"Now, that's really fucked up," he says. I agree, "Yeah, well, least we're bonding now. Making up for lost time."

"Yah, maybe we could drop some tracks? I could feature on that joint you spot earlier," I laugh. "Yo, I was thinking that, too. You could sing the chorus."

He nods, "I actually got a bar too. Wanna hear it?" I take out my phone, "Yeah, lemme record it." I go to the voice recorder and tapped the button.

"Ready?" He asks and I nod, "Go."

"No one cares
No one cares, at all
Wipe my tears
Wipe them before, they fall"

"That's it," he laughs. I stop the recording, "I like it. It ain't a long song. Literally have chorus, verse, chorus then it's over." He nods, "That's how I do it."

"Yeah. I don't want to dwell too long on stuff like that, ya know?" He turns a corner, ignoring the red light. "That was a red, man," I laugh.

"Fuck the red light and fuck the rules!" He yells in a surfer dude voice. We both laugh a bit and continued talking about music.

"You did what I told you?" He asks. I roll my eyes, "Yes, Dad. I found myself writing about her a lot, too."

"Ally, right?" I nod, a small smile on my face, "Yeah. Her best friend, well one of them, read one and she liked it. It's actually gonna be the first song I put out."

"And you're dedicating it to her?"

"Yep," he nudges me. "You fuckin' whipped, vro!" He laughs and I shrug, "I'm in love, man. I ain't ashamed."

"Shit, I am, too," he scratches his head. "Who?" I turn my body to him expectedly. He smiles, "Her name's Jenesis. Been together a year now." I hum, "She make you happy, man?" He smiles bigger, "Hehe, yeah."

I playfully punch him in the arm, "My li'l bro in love! Yeah, Jah!" He laughs, hitting me back, "Fuck up, you are, too, nigga."

"Yeah. Maybe when I get her back, we can introduce them? Hell, maybe they'll become good friends?" He shakes his head, laughing, "And they can talk shit about us to each other? Yeah, good idea, Pebs."

"I know, right?"

We pull into Riva Motorsports parking lot a few moments later and got out. I look over at him, watching him pull out a small LV bag and hooking it over his shoulder.

When we were close to the entrance, I notice a black SUV parked a spots away from us. Other than us and them, the lot was pretty much empty. I don't pay it much mind as we head in and start looking around.

"Yo, we should get matching bikes," he says, looking at a red and black Harley. I shrug, "What's next, matching tattoos?" I joke and he laughs, "Fuck you, man."

We goof around a bit, sitting on the bikes and pretending to be in music videos and shit. "Yo, but for real, I might get this one," he says, putting a hand on a slick, all black cruiser.

"She's sexy as fuck," I marvel, smoothing my hand over the seat. "Bet," he says, going to the front desk. I watch as he points the bike out and talking to the guy.

I continue to admire the bike, even going as far as to sit on it. It felt amazing; reminds me of when I got my first Benz. Jah makes his way back over to me, "Dude said that we can come back next week to get them."

I furrow my eyebrows, "Them?" He nods, "Yeah, I got two of these." My eyes widen, "Jah, you ain't have to, man." He shakes his head, "I wanted to."

"At least lemme pay you back."

"Nah, I'm good. And don't argue because I'm a stubborn fuck," I laugh. "Yeah, me too."

"C'mon, though. I'm hungry as fuck and tired," he says, rubbing his eyes. I agree with him, "Same." He starts for the door, waving off to the dude behind the counter and we both head out.

I notice that the SUV is gone which, I ain't gonna lie, confused me since I noticed that we were the only ones inside the dealership.

We get into the car and he places the bag in his lap. "Where you wanna go to eat?" He asks. I shrug, "I honestly don't care at this moment. A nigga's stomach speaking Spanish." He chuckles, starting the car, "What's it saying?"

"It's saying 'feed me, hoe!'" He laughs, "I felt that, vro. I felt that." Just as we were waiting for cars to pass so we could leave the lot, the same SUV blocked us.

"Yo, the fuck is you doin'?!" Jah honks the horn a few times. Two dudes come out, pistols in hand and rushing to our sides. My heart started hammering like crazy and I thought I was gonna have a heart attack.

Both of our doors got thrown open and the men pointed their weapons at us. "Gimme the bag, nigga!" One dude said to Jah.

"Fuck that, man!" My eyes widen and I silently told him to shut up. The guy grabbed his bag, but Jah wouldn't let go.

"Jah, stop! Let it the fuck go!" He wouldn't listen.

Dude aimed his gun at him and pulled the trigger.