HEXED|| URBAN (CB)

Chapter 6

Anais Jones
It'd been a long day and I was bout ready to go home and pass the fuck out. Today had been weird and I just wanted to smoke that vibe away. But then I remembered Milo was working on that project with me.

I was excited for that. My first collab. And my place was the perfect place for it. I had one of those studio apartments that had an extra room with brick walls and wood floors just for painting. It was very spacious and it even had those stage lights too.

I gave Milo my number earlier around our lunch period, not mentioning the fact that I saw his fucking doppelgänger cause that'd be weird, and he said he'd be on his way later.

Gave me time to get shit ready so we could just get right into it when he got to my place.

Opening my car from a distance, I walked up to it and got in turning on my music. I skipped to the perfect song and pulled out of the school parking lot. Just hella excited to start this canvas with Milo.

I was actually in a good mood. Although the start to my day pissed me off, I was able to get over it and be happy again. But honestly I think I still needed to vent to someone. It was always good to vent.

As I drove down the highway, I pulled up slowly to a red light. In front of me was a white van sort of like that one from this morning and it was blasting music like fucking crazy.

I was hoping to God it would turn the corner because I didn't wanna have to role up my windows cause of that music. It was so loud you could feel the vibration. I hated when people were obnoxious like that. Having no respect for others.

Then I decided to get a closer look at the dude that was driving the car. I saw smoke blow out of his window. Then the smell reached my window. It was weed. The nigga was smoking and driving. If a cop pulled him over it would've served him right.

Then the light finally turned green. But of course the dumb fuck in front of me wouldn't budge. Instead he turned up his wack ass music and kept smoking.

I honked my horn.

"Goooo my nigga damn!" I called out.

The van finally went past the green light.

"Finally." I huffed with frustration.

But then he slowed down again.

"What the fuck man!" I huffed, honking my horn. I had terrible road rage. And I think I got It from my dad but all I know is that it was bad.

The van switched lanes.

"This nigga just wants me to cut his throat huh?" I scoffed.

Speeding up next to his car, I was ready to see who the fuck it'd been. Bet it was some hood booger stoner ass nigga.

But then my heart froze and my stomach turned to literal ice. It was that fuckin Milo doppelgänger nigga. The one from earlier in the music room.

He had them same black braids in his hair too. He was smoking a joint and he looked pissed.

I didn't even know what to say. Instead, I turned my head letting him drive ahead of me. Today was just weird. I got this eerie feeling in my chest that wouldn't go away. Like something was gone happen.

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Milo Delavan