wrong number.

thirty-four.

jakhayla.

Zay walked in, someone behind him. Pump was beside him, and also had a guest. It was hard to tell their genders from the angle I was sitting at. Arizoné and I looked at each other, then at them. "We got people we want y'all to meet." I nodded, signaling for them to continue.

A pretty, slim-thick lightskin girl came from behind Pump. She waved to us with a smile. "My name is Chanel. You must be Arizona and Jakhaya?"

Arizoné laughed, "You messed up our names a bit, but yeah, I'm Arizoné. That's Jakhayla."

"Oh, I was close, at least." We both nodded, looking at Pump for an explanation. It took him a while to realize why we were staring at him.

"Oh. Né, this is that girl I was telling you about. She bout bad as fuck, rih?" We both nodded. "Yeah, dis my girl."

We sat there astonished. Pump cuffing someone? What the hell? Since when? Arizoné and I looked at each other, leaning back with a hand across our chests, making an ugly confused face. What touched this nigga soul?

Chanel seemed like cool people, though. We'd just have to tell her to watch out for his pineapple head ass.

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