todo el puto dia pelon and iwere in and out en las stores. claro he bought me my clothes. but tmmbien we shopped for him. iloved this place. they had a dickie factory. claro aproveche. pero de otro lado ibought me some girly clothes. talking blouses. and shorts and anything. ieven got myself a pai of heels. some khaki colored closed leather heels. but for what if idont even go out here.
"kqe se te perdio ?" pelon pulled me back. some chick was just staring.
"not here. cops are heavy"
"really. the bitch was mean mugging. ?"
"she turned for 3 seconds" pelon said.
"prison changed you" isaid wide eyed. . he started laughing. "its already 5 and im hungry" .
we were walking side by side down the pavement . "you sure as hell changed. i remember when you were all werkia. toda chimuela . running around with no style" ilaughed.
my phone buzzed in my jeans. my hands were full so I struggled in pulling it out.
"what's uhp" I answered without looking at the caller.
"so iguess you play in many other roles as well" a girl spoke. ilaughed as the voice seeemed like it was loopz
"mija. get a fuqking life. idunno what the hell your problem is. pero speak uhp dont phony around por phone. thas' pussy shit" ihung uhp
"damn who was that" pelon grabbed the bags out of my hand and placed them in his car.
"a trashy bitch who aint got a life". ismiled. we got into his car and drove off.
"hey so where do'ya wanna eat ?" he asked me. ishrugged my shoulders.
"burgers?" he suggested. inodded my head.
"burgers it is" he mummbled. iconnected my phone with his bluetooth and we were bumping to oldies. iwould go in and out on trance with songs. iwas singing and iwouldnt even feel it. iwould rap along y igual. no sentia nada.
"heily. damn." pelon said. my head popped to his face.
"pos kqe traiis weii?" ilowered down the music.
"why dont you bust flows. your voice fits for that" ilaughed.
"calmate payaso." he laughed.
"what. ?. " he asked giving me that confused look.. iwas gonna talk them my phone rang again. unknow number.
"heller?" ispoke into the phone.
"so heilly is it a yes or a what ?." ilaughed. instantly recognizing jadiels voice.
"bro. calmado. im kinda bussy so ill call you or whatever like at around 8." ilied.
"ahh. your all mentirosa. whatcha kqe nisikiera me vas a markar". a smiled krept uhp on my face.
"adios Jadiel" isaid and hung uhp.
"ohkay. now serio what the fuqk is on kontiwwo y jadiel?." pelon seemed mad.
"hey kalmate. no te pases de mamon. hes just a friend. chill out" isaid.
"not even payaso gets like that" isaid. it kinda ticked me off kqe he was a lil raged.
"like isaid igot a problem back home idont need anymore"
he laughed.
"heilly ijust dont need you to be pulling any mammadas konmiwo"
ismiled.
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this vida loca.
Teen FictionThings go from nice to hell in a matter of time for heily. Family or strangers. recognize what your doing and take a side.
