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5

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫
𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴.

"Oull, she's actually cute." I like this girl's post on Instagram.

I continue scrolling through my feed in hope to find some information on if Jonathon Porter was at the strip club or not. I pray that nigga not cheating on me. I would hate to have to pull up to one of his studio sessions.

*buzz*

well hell-

popsmoke;
When yhu gon let me at least see your face in person? We 6een doing this texting shit for 3 months.

me;
Yhu know I live too far away. It wouldn't really work out.

popsmoke;
I can fly yhu out. Stop playing girl.

me;
No. Bashar I can't.

popsmoke;
Yhu act like I'm rey pull an R.Kelly on yo ass. I just wanna see you do that thing you always show me, where you get low.

me;
and ride? I wish I could see yhu too...

popsmoke;
Check your email.

Ky'Lanismith@gmail.com;
Delta Airlines                                  Destination: California to NYC
Passenger: Ky'lani Denis Smith
Gate: A22                                       Boarding Zone: D3

What thee fuck-

me;
pop WHAT DID I TELL YOU?!? no means no, wtf.

popsmoke;
what is yhu hiding that yhu cant come? You got a nigga? See, now I gotta search yhu up.
read: 9:56pm

What am I gonna do...?

"Calling Bashar, Pop" Siri spoke.

"Hell this is?" His smooth deep ass voice spoke through his fresh iPhone 11.

"This is Starr, I have to talk to you about something. Any chance we can possibly meet up?" I reply shyly.

"In 10, meet me on 191 street up Midtown lane." He hung up.

Okay, because you could've at least said a 'see you later' or 'bye'.

"You have reached the voice mailbox of 718-656-4700.."

"Hello, Kenya? I think it's time we come clean, well I am. Text me later. Love you." I ended the voice mail.

**

"It's fucking bricks, what do you want yo?" He grumbled.

" Well, for starters, do you know a  Ky'lani?" I ask nervously.

"Fuck you need to know for? That ya' bitch or something?" He mugs.

"if she was?" I shot back.

"You'd be dead, fuck you talm bout' dickhead?" He furrowed his neatly trimmed brows.

Everything about this man was perfect, the voice -- smooth and deep. God did his/her thing.

(God is a spirit, meaning IT doesn't have a gender.)

"J- Just do you know her or not.?" I shiver.

It's mad chilly outchea...

"Yea, that's my bitch. How do you know of her? I claimed her shit when I saw her last week." He smirked.

No need to lie my friend... You ain't see shit but her Instagram pfp.

"She's not real." I walk away, fast-paced.

He ran up on a real bitch fast gripping my wrist in the process. First of all, don't touch me you fucking wild animal. Sick of these creatures touching me.

"FUck you mean she's not real?" Jawn was dumb mad.

I chuckle nervously, "Just kidding. l-o-l."

"Son, you not playing. She really not real yo?" He loosened his grip.

"That's my cousin, she talks about you a lot. Just wanted to see it what yall have is real." I lie.

"Don't play like that." He looked me up and down, "Come on."

We were just walking around the park looking like idiots. The park looks nice in the dark surprisingly.

"What do you mean? I'm not coming with you. I'm going home. Its past 10 pm." I frown.

He walked to his car, "Come on."

I walked to the passenger side of his honda civic and waited for him to unlock the doors.

""

"Wait- I'm crackin up. So what your telling me is, you used to share your dog's water from its bowl because you were thirsty?" I laugh.

Pop is real funny and goofy acting when he put his guard down a little.

"Yes yo, I ain't know any better! We ain't have no water bottles or shit." He laughed.

The laughter slowly died down after a few minutes.

"You know I have seen you a bunch of times before." He smiled.

"O' really?" I smirk.

"yea, when you were sticking up for yo' friend, That's some g shit. No cap." he spoke.

"Yea, I knew he would do the same." I checked the time on my iPhone 8.

"Well, I think its time I get home. It's past 3 am. I have school."

"Yea, come on." He looked up.

++

Yall gotta bear wimme and remember this book is before his music career.

I kinda want him to be the bad guy and then the good guy, I really don't know...

Any ideas on what should happen next?

I got writer's block, but I know exactly what I want to happen in the future.

My birthday's coming up.. WOHOOOOOOO!

-Nice ass Cash is outchea.