changed ( ybn cordae )

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janiyah pov

" somebody who will kill you " cordae said in a low voice.

nigga somebody who will kill me . my ass gonna not be around cordae if they gonna kill me. like i have a future business to run , kids , grandkids to see .

and im not gonna be hanging around a nigga that's not safe for me .

" take me home cordae " i said sternly

" i still wanna tak-"

" take . me . home. " i got off the swing and stood up , towering over him .

he shrugged and sighed. he walked to his his car and i followed going into the passenger side .

" now i want my phone back " i gave him my hand to put it on .

" im not no bitch ass nigga , you still coming with me , a special somebody wanna see you "

" cordae i want my phone "

" and i want my relationship back with my girl best friend . but we all can't get what we want " he said lowly leaving the parking lot .

i sighed. i put my elbow on the door and laid down. and started thinking about me and cordaes history .

( now y'all bout to find out bout they histoorrryyyy 🤪🤪 )

he was there since diapers . we not related , but my mom and his mom was best friends since elementary . when they both had kids at the same time . me and cordae were there and we're inseparable .

" ja , we here " he tapped my knee to wake me up .

i sat up and looked out the windshield . it was his momma house . i fucking ran out the car and knocked on the door .

the door opened slowly " hey my favorite child " cordaes mom hugged me

" hey momma " i hugged her back .

" damn ma , i don't get a hug "

"well if you was running to see me i would hug you too "

i looked over at cordae and smirked . cordae and I used to argue who was the better child .

" momma , how have you been ? " i practically whispered .

"ive been good " she smiled " but cordae need to take you home cause from the look on your face you looked mad "

cordae looked up from the cookie jar , and smiled .

" fatass " a mouthed , he narrowed his eyes at me .

" how you know i was mad momma " i looked back at her .

" i know when my son be making you mad , he always bring you here when you not happy " she sighed , " he's trying to do better now . let him explain . " she lowered her voice so only I hear her .

" alright mom " , " cordae let's go " i yelled . even though momma told me that nigga tryna do better . i don't want to be killed . im not trying to be the next kid shot in the hood.

" ight ma , I'll be back by eight " cordae hugged his mom .

we both walked out the door , he closed it.

"nigga i want my shit back now " i sat down in the car .

" fine " he whined pulling this shit out his pants .

" what the fuck " i yelled .

" girl you acting like it was in my underwear , it was in my pants . " he rolled his eyes

" bitch you keep trying me " i snatched my phone out his hand to see :

4 missed calls from niyah 🦋

10 missed text messages from niyah 🦋

20 missed text messages from mom 💍

18 missed calls from mom 💍

shit im in trouble

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