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We get in his car and I immediately take my food out. He reaches over and gets the blunt out his glove compartment and sparks it up.

" You a weirdo. Who puts they blunt in the glove compartment." I say before eating a fork full of food.

" Shut up." He says with a deep chuckle. He reclines his seat all the way again. "Why you always got a attitude."

" Don't start bruh I just want to eat."

" I'm serious though. You always got a attitude with a nigga. Ain't just me either you have one with everybody at certain times except yo two dusty ass friends." After saying that he passes me the blunt. I wipe my hands and mouth with a napkin and take it.

"That ain't true."

" Whatever bruh."

It's silent for a while. I finish my hit and pass him the blunt. I start eating again and he watches me.

" Why you analyzing me?" I ask without looking in his direction.

" Ion know. It's just something bout you. Like I wanna know everything bout you."

I laugh.

" Ain't nothing special to know bout me."

" Ion believe that." He said before taking a long hit of the blunt. " I see you remember."

" Shut up." I say lowly. " Ain't nothing to see."

He passes the blunt back. I wipe my hands and mouth again before hitting it. The euphoria of the marijuana was beginning to take effect.

" What do you like to do?" I ask him after taking a hit.

" Whatchu mean? Like in my free time?"

"Duh."

" I like to write and play 2k."

He likes to write...

" Write what? Like raps?" I ask truthfully after passing him back the blunt and diving into my food.

" Anything: poems, essays, letters, raps. Allat." He hits the blunt. "What bout you mean ass?"

" Write and watch anime." 

" wRiTe wHat, rApS?" He says and laughs.

" Shut up dick head."

After calming down from his laughing, he passes me back the blunt.

" Whatchu write about?" He asks with his head back and eyes closed.

I wipe my hands and take the blunt.

" Mostly personal stuff. Stuff I've experienced of other real life shit."

" Lemme read something."

" Ion let nobody read what I write."

" Make an exception." He says with a goofy grin plastered on his face.

" Nope. Besides ion even got my notebook." I say closing the tray of food. I would eat the rest when I got home.

" You lame for that." He says nudging my arm.

I ignore him and watch people I couldn't care less about Snapchat stories.

" So you and Chey." I say.

He passes me the blunt.

" Ain't even like that. Shawty too easy."

I laugh which causes him to laugh and soon we're having a laughing frenzy.

" I could've told you that bruh. But you fucked her?" I ask with a face of disgust.

" Nah, she been wanting to though." 

Shit crazy. Dude only been to the school for two weeks.

" I got my eyes on somebody else anyway." He adds.

" I knew you liked My'lynn imma put you on."

He chuckles.

" Nah don't do that." He says after putting the blunt out.

" Why?"

He doesn't answer. He just stayed laid back with his eyes closed again. 

" Oh shit dude I forgot I was at work." I say with a laugh.

" You better get yo ass back in there." He says in a low, raspy voice. 

I nod and begin to get out but he stops me.

" I know why yo ass so mean."

" I ain't mean nigga."

" Yeah whatever shawty."

I give him a look then proceed to get out of the car and walk back into my place of work. 

" Where have you been it's been a half an hour we close in 40 minutes." The meth head said to me.

I ignore her cause she ain't my manager. For the rest of my shift the only thing I could think about was him.

I hate that nigga yo.

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