Jahseh Onfroy
I slowly walked into the living room behind Stokeley, not really in the mood for human contact right now. But Stokeley says I have to or I wont be allowed to watch TV for three days.
Not him trying to threaten me like I even have a choice. But go off I guess.
He sat down on the gray love seat and I sat next to him, sitting criss cross apple sauce and leaning my head into my hands.
Maybe we should suffocate him while he is asleep and make a run for it. But then how would I get his keys? And how would I get out without the rest of his friends noticing me? And I am 1000% sure he would put up a very loud fight and then kill me afterwards. And all I want to do is make it home to Geneva because she loves me. She does.
"Jahseh," Stokeley waved his hand in front of my face, "Stop being rude nigga." He smacked my thigh.
"I am really trying with you right now, but put your hands on me again and you are going to have to kill me cause Imma beat yo ass," I glared at him.
"Man say it louder cause these niggas just dont have boundaries," Little Bill scoffed.
"No really," The smallest one rolled his eyes.
"What do you mean?" The one with hella pircings asked as he sat on his dudes lap.
How are you okay with dating someone who kidnapped you? I just know you finna be one of the craziest niggas here.
"Anyways," Stokeley rolled his eyes. "We are going to start in from me, and work our way around, and introduce ourselves. Say you name, age and something you enjoy."
Are these niggas crazy? They think that this shit is normal? Who does this?
"Jahseh you go first," he nudged me.
I glared at him, "Touch me one mo again." I squinted my eyes at him.
"Just go goddamn it." He smacked his lips.
I rolled my eyes, "Im Jahseh Onfroy, Im nineteen, and I enjoy music." I gave Stokeley a fake ass smile and then flipped his fatty patty ass off.
"Im Stokeley Goulbourne, Im twenty One, and I enjoy music as well," Stokeley smiled at me as If I didnt just flip his stupid ass off.
You forgot to mention you enjoy stalking and kidnapping people.
I chuckled at my thoughts.
"Whats funny, Jahseh?" Stokeley asked me.
"If you dont have nothing nice to say dont say it at all." I smirked and glared at him at the same time.
"Anyways, if yall done bickering," The one with Orangish dreads smiled at the group. "My name is Jordan Carter, I am Twenty, and I enjoy music and art."
The one sitting on his lap smiled, "Im Symere Woods and I am eighteen, and I enjoy demons."
Oh this nigga about twenty pounds of coocoo. Okay then do you boo.
Then we moved on to little Bill and his dented tricycle.
"My name is Taymor McIntyre. I am Nineteen and I enjoy doing this." He did a bunch of shit with his hands.
This nigga just know he gon have Carpoltunnel.
"You know sign Language?" Symere asked him.
"No, its gang shit," Taymor shrugged.
"And you finna stop doing it," The dented one rolled his eyes.
These niggas are so controlling, for what reason?
