( Poetic POV)
Shake my head. How can my home girl get pregnant right when our lives our going smooth? Her moms gone kill her. Dead ass I feel sorry ass fuck for her since she keeping it. But I'm glad she is. But its going to he crucial. I signed and walked towards the hall that leads to the gym. This is exactly I need to keep my head put the gutter. I walked to the deserted bicycle room. I'm glad its quiet. Just me, myself,& I. I turned my music on into my portable beats pill speaker. Randomly J Holiday " Bed" comes on sending me into overdrive. I started riding that bicycle so hard I wondered why the seat didn't break. Just as I'm finishing up. I hear a light soft thud. I turned around to see a Happy Montee. Damn he such an asshole and hear I used to have feelings with his impacted sack having ass. I started cracking up by my own private joke. He arch his eyebrows looking at me with annoyance. I unplugged my speaker and set in inside my bag. I got up and started to walk out when Monte decides to join me. Great. I ignore him thinking about endless empty thoughts about shit. Not satsyfied I plug in my earbuds and put the music on full blast. No doubt I could see he was on edge. But ion give two fucks about that dog ass nigga.
TBC. I know its short but oh well.
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Thuggin To The End
RomancePoetic is struggling in Compton, California.. No mama to be on her case about school and getting good grades and leading to be someone in the world. Every since her mother died she's really not the same person she's used to be. . No matter the situ...
