𝐏𝐓𝐒𝐃

12

Excuse any mistakes.

|𝗧𝘆'𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘆|
~𝗥𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲~

Chicago Illinois
1 week later

"Fuck you in my phone for." I mugged Chucky as he leaned over looking at what I was reading.

"The hell is selective mutism?" He scrunched his face up looking at me as I drunk out my cup.

"I don't know that's why I'm looking it up dummy." I thumped his forehead.

"Why you looking that up?" Tay walked in the living room with a honey bun.

"Cause I was curious—why y'all questioning me." I sucked my teeth looking at them then at my cup.

"Why you so curious about selective mutism." Chucky laughed and I mugged him.

"Cause somebody I know got it." I shrugged.

"Bitch you keep beating around the bush like we don't know it's that girl from the barbershop." Tay laughed.

"If y'all knew that then what was y'all point in asking me." I mugged them.

  "Just wanted to know what you was finna say." Chucky laughed going in the kitchen and I shook my head.

"I don't like her." Tay shrugged.

"You don't know her." I looked at him.

"Don't matter, she ain't wanna talk to me at the party like my breath stunk or something, hurted my damn feelings." He scoffed and I sucked my teeth.

"She have selective mutism hints why I'm looking it up." I blankly stared at him.

"I don't know what that shit mean." He mugged me and I sighed shaking my head.

"I'm finna stop hanging with you dumb bitches." I shook my head standing up almost falling back down.

"Let's go get some wings please." Chucky walked in the living room looking at his pocket knife.

"You lucky I'm hungry." I rubbed my waves yawning.

"Imma get a salad, I'm watching my figure."  Tay stood up patting his stomach.

"Bitch you just ate a honey bun— okay." I shook my head walking out the door.

Slow ass nigga.

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