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"You look tired." I chuckled sitting in my seat next to Dula.
"Bro I wanna die." He mumbled.
I looked up at him seeing he looked out of it.
"You good?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Yeah I'm straight." He laughed looking at me with low red eyes.
The fuck?
"Okay..." I nodded eating the ice out my cup.
"Oh shit check you outtt." Dula goofily smiled examining my outfit.
I had on a oversized rugrats shirt with fishnet stockings and low top chucks.
I only dressed up today because Blu and Dior wanted to match so why not.
"Finally look like you love yourself." Dula laughed and I frowned.
"Y'all gon leave me alone about what I wear." I mumbled shaking my head.
"Many men many many many many men wish death pon me yeah I don't cry no mo don't look to the sky no mo cause I got it on me." Dula mumbled bopping his head.
"I got it on me, you can run up if you want." I sung along scrolling through my phone.
"Oh shit you fuck with pop smoke to?" He smiled.
"Yessir can't say pop without the smoke w💫💫." I nodded and he nodded to.
"Wait no I can't talk to you cause I'm ignoring you." He mugged leaning back in his seat.
"What I do." I frowned.
"You left a nigga on read." He scrunched his face up.
"My bad friend." I laughed.
"Friend my ass, lemme see your phone." He held his hand out and I just stared at it cause he definitely wasn't talking to me.
"See my what?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Your phone." He slowly said as if I was slow or sum.
"Why do you want my cellular device sir." I scrunched my face up.
"Girl I need to do something real quick lemme see it." He stale faced me.
I passed him my phone and he put it in his pocket.
"Unt unt unt unt gimme my shit son Iont even play in that direction." I scrunched my face up reaching in his pocket but he smacked my hand down.
"Now if you find a deadly weapon in one of my pockets don't be mad at me." He laughed pushing my arm away.
