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Diamond Jamil

"Okay one more." Dora held her phone up and I turned to the side showing off my newly installed '30 bodywave wig that she had added some nice curls in

Dora95th was the only person I let do my hair. She was like the Arogant Tae of broward and I loved doing promo for her

After she took another picture I went into my Fendi crossbody to pay her. She had started on my hair around one and now it was almost six o'clock

I wasn't in the mood to talk, I was more than ready to get back to my man.

He had posted something on his story telling everyone he was okay so I know he had his phone back

"Here boo." I mumbled handing her the money before I stood up pulling down my black Katie Cami mini dress from Fashion Nova that I had worn with my brown two strapped Fendi slides

"Keep ya head up babes." She said and I nodded before walking towards the entrance seeing all the girls staring at me

I let my Ace Of Shane sunglasses down over my face before I walked outside. I unlocked the doors to my car and got in looking at myself in the mirror

"I look good." I mumbled before I put on some lipgloss and snapped a few pictures. I backed out and called Natino cause I was starving and I knew he probably didn't like hospital food

"Hello ?"

"Bae you hungry ?" I held the phone to my ear driving with one hand

"No." He said dryly

"Why you sound like that ?"

"Like what ?"

"Like you mad at me, ion know." I rolled my eyes

"Cause Im ready fa you to come back." He said making me smile

"Okay but I need to stop and get some clothes for the night too." I said making him suck his teeth

"Imma be there in like thirty minutes bae." I said

"Aight." He hung up the phone. I stopped at Wings Hut and got me and Natino some food cause I knew he would probably be hungry later

Then I had to go back home and pack a bag to stay overnight in the hospital. I wanted to shower here but I didn't feel like it right now

"Where everybody at ?" I closed the hospital door holding Natino bag of food and his drink

"They left. Yo hair straight." He said as I was putting the stuff down and I dropped my phone in the process

"Thanks dude." I mumbled leaning down and grabbing my phone and thankfully it wasn't cracked

"You want some ?" I asked holding his cup up

"What that is ?" He asked

"Sprite." I said and he shook his head. I drunk some before coming over to give him a hug

"All this damn hair jit." He moved it before I kissed him

"I missed you so much." I laid on his chest

"Miss you too." He kissed my head

"So that's why you went to Atlanta ?" I asked making him look at me but he didnt answer me

"You know who did this don't chu ?" I stared at him

"Jamil Ion wanna speak on it right now." He simply says

"You don't wanna speak on it ?" I frowned at him looking at him like he was dumb

"You need to tell me what the fuck is going on ! Why are people tryna kill you ? Shit, us ?!"

"Jamil—"

"No Jamil shit brah." I shook my head finna get off his bed but he grabbed my arm with his other hand

"Chill out. You gone do this right now ?" He questioned making me cry

"If I didn't go withchu last night, you probably would've been dead. What Im supposed to do next time ? Im scared for you, I don't want nothing to happen to you bro." I sobbed laying on him and he rubbed my back

"Nun gone happen to me jit." He said and I looked at him seeing his tear filled eyes

"Tell me what's goin on." I looked at him and he stared back at me for three minutes before he started to talk

"I was gambling and I couldn't pay back what I lost—"

"How much ? I can go to the bank—"

"Jamil listen." He sucked his teeth making me look in his eyes again

"Since I couldn't pay the shit back I started dealin for the dude and he gave me three bands worth of percocets but somebody stole the shit out my car." He explained

"Did you try to pay him back ?"

"Yeah man, now he talkin bout I owe him ten bands. Im not finna pay that shit cause I know what he gave me. Ion even got that typa money to be givin to nobody either."

"So if we pay it back will he stop this shit ?"

"Ion know, Ion trust da man like dat."

"So what we gone do ? we need to figure out how to fix this shit." I sat up patting my head

"Imma figure it out, Ion want you thinkin bout it." He said making me wrinkle my face

"You act like you don't care. This shit is clearly gettin outta hand. Let's just pay him or something." I sighed looking at him

"Imma pay him what the fuck he gave me or that shit dead." Natino said aggravatin me

"You don't care bout how I feel dude" I stared forward trying not to cry again "Ion wanna see you like this.. this shit hurtful." I cried in my hands

"Imma pay the shit damn."

"You just sayin that shit !" I looked at him wanting the punch the fuck out his crippled ass

"Imma do it foreal, can we stop talkin bout this ?" He made me lay on him

"Oh thank you fa stayin wit me.. Ain want you ta get hit caus'a me dawg." He said five minutes later

"I know you woulda did the same for me."

"I would, I'll die fa you jit." He says making me blush before I kissed him again

"Gimme another one." I said before I took a picture of us.

"You gone be mad." He laughed five minutes later and I looked up from my phone

"What ?" I looked at him and he showed me a picture he just posted of us from like ninth grade and another picture from recently

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"We was so ugly." I laughed "Lemme see." I took the phone looking at my outfit

"Them baby phat shoes was too ugly." I handed him his phone back laughing

"I looked good in my Polo though, I used to think I was that nigga wit dat lil orange polo shirt." He chuckled and I got horny out of nowhere

"I lowkey wanna fuck doe, whatchu tryna do ?"

"Nigga you read my damn mind." I looked at him laughing "I think you need to heal alittle bit more though."

"Man ain tryna hear dat." He yawned "Im still high from dat amnesia so Ian gone feel nothing."

"No Natino bruh." I mumbled and he grabbed my arm making me kiss him. I know we probably shouldn't be fucking but shitttttt.

"Go lock da door jit."

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