"it's just us against the world, in this life of sin."
my works #2.
#2 in general fiction 01/23/'20.
#2 in urban story 09/01/'19.
#1 in urban love, 09/10/'19.
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"HOLD up I'm not your baby mama, period, give a fuck 'bout them kids." I rapped on Snapchat. "Used to have a baby glock, now I want the big one, never fuck with a average nigga."
I stopped recording looking over the video, deciding it was cute, I posted it. "What they say about your hair at school?" My mama asked making me chuckle.
"Girl what was they supposed to say?" I asked, every time I get my hair done she does this.
"I don't know, did they compliment you?" she asked.
"No mommy, they didn't." I said.
Kha🤩: you got your hair done? let me see.
you'd know that if you came to school today.
Kha🤩: but I didn't so like I said, let me see.
go to my Snapchat.
Kha🤩: don't feel like it, send the shit.
I'm not your friend.
Kha🤩: I don't care.
I don't wanna send them.
Kha🤩: still don't care.
bye.
"Aye Juicy, stop playing with me." he said once I answered the phone for him.
"I don't know what you're talking about.." I said getting up from my spot and going to my room.
"Why you gotta be so difficult? Just send the shit." I looked at my phone confused.
"Sir...."
"Giselle!" he said getting mad making me laugh.
"Okay, okay." I said putting him on paused. "How many do you want?"
"All of them."
"It's a lot." I told him clicking the cuter ones first.
"Send the shit Juicy."
"Okay boy." I rolled my eyes. "They just sent ugly. I don't think I like your tone."
"I don't think I care." he said as I took him off paused. "What color you wearing to homecoming?"
