Reign Pager 🏋🏽♀️
Dekalb, Georgia
"I just wanna let y'all know.." i slurred putting my cup down. "Ain't not nan one of y'all gon have MY man like i got him." I put my hand on my chest.
"Talk to em Keed." my best friend hyped.
"That nigga ain't shit and a opp. But that's my aint shit opp nigga." I told live hitting the blunt. Inhaling it I passed it to Na'khia. "I'll beat all you hoes up bout him." I threw my fighting set up blowing smoke out.
"Get off live being dumb." Wesley pulled me out of live.
"See this my man. The fuck. Bae tell em." I got back in the live while he kept pulling me out.
"Brah, come on i'm sleepy."
"Tell em." I put my elbow up putting it in his face.
"I'm her man." He came in the live putting his arm around me.
"On what ?"
"The set." he threw up the Blast set getting out the live.
"Period." I swiped my hand under my chin.
ryangotchoneck lame ass couple.
notfrom63rdkel ^ tellin ya. Opp ass😭😭😭 you still sis tho.
"Okay fuck y'all." I grabbed my phone to keep Wes from seeing it when he turned around.
"Later ima see you." Khia came and hugged me as i ended the live.
"Getcho ass in here." her girlfriend AB pulled her back as she tried to walk outside. "See y'all later." she waved when we was walking out their apartment.
"Aight"
"See you later !" i hugged her then walked down the stairs.
"Bitch it's bold." I rubbed my arms.
"Aye watch that b word."
"Nigga i wasn't even talking to you. Don't start acting like a bitch cause we ain't around company." I pointed at him then zipped my jacket up. "Hell."
"Don't get slapped."
"Don't get clapped." i snapped back "Hell."
"By who ? Yo brother ain't gon do shit. If he wanted to he would of been did it."
"Them boys been sparing yo ass cause of me."
"Yea, Yea."
"YeA yEa." i mocked getting in his car. "Take me to my house." I pulled my phone out sharing my location with my brother.
"Ight." He turned his lame ass homeboy music on. "B-L-A-S-T we'll blast ya fuckin head ! All these niggas rapping ain't no competition tellem we ahead !" he hollered recording for snap. "Y'all don't want no smoke, drums look like titties ain't no joke"
(I made this shit up. brah i could really be a rapper)
Ain't that serious.
"Yo, you bipolar as the fuck." he turned the music down.
"Nah. When my drunkness went away and i looked at you, I thought about all the shit you did."
"You was just drunk. How the fuck it go away that fast ?"
"When the cold air hit me and I looked at you."
"Get out." he pulled up to my complex making me get out.
"Bye." I slammed his door running to my complex. Unlocking the door I walked in feeling the heat.
"Okay hell nah my shit not finna be high next month. I object !" I walked down the hall to the thermostat turning everything off. On the way to my room I took my clothes off, piece by piece. Getting my towel I went to the bathroom starting the shower, getting in i started washing my body.
"Damn man i'm tired." I huffed washing everything again. Getting out i wrapped my towel around me going back to my room. Drying off i put on lotion and deodorant.
"Cold as fuck !" I hollered seeing putting on my pajama set.
sleeping like the white folks tonightt !
going over turning my heater on medium laying down.
MESSAGES
Ryan ❤️ Now
I love you. ❤️
"What the fuck done happened now." i mumbled putting my hand on my forehead getting up putting on some underwear's and a bra.
tired of this ghetto shit
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They might not fuck with my new book— or whatever the fuck NoCap said.
12/6/19
-unedited— because i'm a lazy bitch sometimes.
