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π™±π™°π™Έπ™»π™΄πšˆ π™Όπ™°πšπšƒπ™Έπ™½

- πš‚π™°π™Έπ™Άπ™΄ π™Όπ™Ύπšπ™°π™»π™΄πš‚.
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π™°πšπš•πšŠπš—πšπšŠ, π™ΆπšŽπš˜πš›πšπš’πšŠ

"This?" I held up a pair of shorts and Serg moved his face into the camera before shaking his head.

"No. I remember you wore them bitches last time and yo whole ass was out." He said.

"You want me to wear a fucking jogging suit or something in this hot ass weather?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Nigga no."

Serg wasn't controlling at all, but he had his opinions on certain things that I do and I had mine on his.

"Well I just went through damn near everything and you ain't like nothing." I frowned. "And then you gon' say wear some pants, like do you hear yourself?"

"Ahhh, shut up. Just wear the shorts you showed me before those." He said and I nodded. I looked around for a minute before I found them and threw them on the bed and started to clean up my room.

When I was done I picked up my phone and sat down.

"Oh, I gotta tell you something."

"What?"

"Yesterday when I was at the store with Tati nem, Amari, Aaron and Hakeem was there too. Keem was talking so fucking stupid."

"What he say?" He asked.

"Basically he said if he didn't do what he did, would I be with him now instead of you."

"And what the fuck you say?"

It's the mood change for me.

Whenever Serg hear something he don't like, his mood and his tone change.

"Nothing. I walked away. I wouldn't want you saying anything in a conversation like that so I didn't either." I explained.

I don't know, it just would've seemed disrespectful to me if I would've responded no matter what my answer was. Like that don't even sit right wimme.

"Uh huh. I hate that nigga, he would do some bum ass shit like that when I ain't there. When I come back it's ova wit, I'm tired of talking."

"What that mean?"

"You'a see."

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(school be so irrelevant in these books,
i be writing one chapter with them inna classroom and never do it again lmfao. ANYWAYS.)

"We got a fucking project because you just couldn't be quiet." Tati told Aaron.

"Well this bitch ass teacher ain't finna keep trying to embarrass me. If you got a project that's on you, you don't gotta do it." He said.

"Don't gotta do it? BITCH we all not failures like you, we don't wanna be here next year. We wanna graduate. The fuck." She said before she laid her head down on her desk.

She hates it here.

"He gon be in this same seat next year while niggas go off to college." Amari said.

"And is." I shook my head.

I really can't believe I'm finna graduate soon, it's about damn time. I been in school for too long, enough is enough.

The classroom door opened and everybody's attention turned towards it. A girl with a pass and a book bag walked in, ima assume she new cause I never seen her before.

"Class, this is Bailey Martin. Some of y'all might remember her from last year." Our teacher said.

"Unt unt." Tati turned up her face and turned around. "Why is she backkkkkkk hereeeee, I hate her."

"Lil messy bitch. Remember when she tried to say I sent pictures of my pussy to Amari nem?" Gina asked.

I'm lost.

"Girl we don't like you, move back to wherever you came from." Amari shouted causing the class to laugh.

"Am I missing sum? Who is that?" I asked.

"Bailey. She moved before you got here last year, and she need to move back cause I can't stand her. And on top of that, she messed with every one of them." She pointed to Amari, Aaron, and Hakeem.

"Serg too?" I asked.

"No. He slow but not that slow." She scoffed.

"Mhm." I looked at Bailey and seen she was already looking at me.

Best believe my ass stared right back until she looked away, yeah bitch. Tryna have a staring contest and lost. If they don't like her then I don't like her either. Simple.

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"Momma?!" I whispered shouted as I looked in each aisle. I turned around for one second and she was gone. "Maaaaaa!"

"Girl what?" She said when I finally found her.

"Why you leave me?" I walked over to her and put some chips into the cart.

"You was walking too slow." She shrugged and went back to looking at stuff.

I felt my phone vibrate so I took it out my back pocket and unlocked it. It was a text from my nigga, haven't heart from him all day.

I started cheesing and went to open the thread.

iMessage
4LπŸ’™

what's ya psw?

to what?
Read 5:23PM

instagram nigga☠️

for what...? do i have yours? no πŸ™ƒ
Read 5:24PM

you can have it idc, just
gimme yours

okay hollon

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I exited out of iMessage before I went into my notes. Ion know what he needed it for but ian gon question it before he start thinking I got sum to hide.

I sent it to him and he sent me his, we texted back and forth until I had to help my momma. I'll talk to him later.

- 𝙷𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙴𝙼 π™Ήπ™΄π™½π™Ίπ™Έπ™½πš‚
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π™°πšπš•πšŠπš—πšπšŠ, π™ΆπšŽπš˜πš›πšπš’πšŠ

"Man." I sucked my teeth and put down my phone.

"What's wrong witchu?" My brother Calvin asked.

"Look."

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"Who is that?"

"Saige and Serg." I said.

"Oh, that girl he stole from you?" He chuckled and went back to playing to game.

"He ain't steal shit." I mugged him.

"Obviously he did if he got her and you don't."

"She only went to him cause I apparently took advantage of her."

"Ain't that EXACTLY what you did?"

"Man bye." I waved him off and stood up from the couch. This some bullshit.

VOTE!!!

okay i lied about this chapter being longer but y'all really met the goal so i got y'all next time.

ANYWAYS, a or b. don't ask for what just choose. πŸ™ˆ


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