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❝𝐈𝐑𝐋❞

❝𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦❞

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❝𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦❞


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'That bitch is crazy'


We finished shopping and went back to Samy's. Alexis called her mom asking if she could hang with us and her mom accepted. As we went into the house, I went straight to my room and took a shower because that was a long day and I was kinda sweaty. I got out of the shower and wore this. 

I grabbed my phone and went to Samy's room and when I opened the door

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I grabbed my phone and went to Samy's room and when I opened the door. Samy was playing Fifa and Alexis was cuddled up on Mar. To be honest I was starting to get annoyed with the situation. First, she was touchy with him, then she was flirting with and giving me dirty looks and now she's cuddling with him. She knew I liked him, I told her once when we were on facetime. She should go out with Viktor, ce qui se ressemble, s'assemble*. Anyways, I went into the room and sat on a puff and scrolled through Instagram. Once in a while, I could hear Alexis laughing and when I'll look over to them, Alexis would give me dirty looks and Mar, apologetic smiles. I brushed it off and went on TikTok. I scrolled through the for you page and saw Alexis on it. She was next to Mar, holding him and cuddling him. The caption was 'hoes gonna get mad'. 


I looked over again and she was trying to kiss on him. "I'm sorry but I got my eyes on someone else," Ma said. "On who? Amour's ugly ass? Come on you can do better than this." Alexis replied. That's when I got really mad. I stood up and went toward the bed. "And by better, you mean you, huh," I asked with an attitude. "Well yeah, I mean look at you. You aren't cute, you just act like you all that but for real, you're just a stuck up virgin," she said. "Oh really? Well, I'm glad I don't have a fishy ass, flat tire looking ass cootchie" I said getting in her face. She stood up and pushed me. I stepped in front of her. "You're trying to fight me because you know I stated facts," I said smirking. She pushed me back harder. I went to her and grabbed her hair, dragging her head down. When she was on the floor. I straddled her laps and punched her repetitively. She turned us around and did the same to me. I pushed her off of me with my knees and stood up. I kicked her in the stomach and when I was about to hit her again, someone grabbed me from behind and laid me on the bed. 


I looked at her and she was pretty fucked up, her nose was bleeding, her mouth had a cut and her eye was swollen. Compared to her, I had nothing, just a cut on my lower lip and a bruise forming on my cheek. Samy got her out of the house and came back to the room. "Bro, I already saw you fighting but THIS was exceptional," Samy said laughing. "Period pooh," Mar said making me laugh a bit but wince when I felt the cut stretching. "Come on, let's get you cleaned u," Mar said, bringing me to the bathroom. He opened a drawer and grabbed the first aid kit. He took a cotton ball and put a little bit of alcohol on it. "It might sting a little," he told me before putting the cotton on my lip. I winced a moved my head back. "Come on babygirl, if I don't do this now, it'll hurt more in the long run," he told me, making me face him with his finger. I blushed a bit and let him do his thing with my scarred lip...



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7/11 crackhead time

*ce qui se ressemble, s'assemble: what looks alike, goes well together.

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