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𝟸𝟿.

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𝙇𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙣 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙚
𝙰𝚃𝙻𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰 — 𝙶𝙰
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𝟸𝟿;; 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝚄𝚁𝚂

I'm, in the club high off
purp with some shades on.

"Turn this lame ass song offff." I groaned.

Kayla stopped singing and looked over at me with a straight face.

"Can't be listening to them type songs on my shit, them niggas gone think I'm weird. " I smacked my teeth and she laughed.

"Boyyy ain't nobody worried about you. "

The music cut off and I silently thanked God.

"Ouu who calling us?" She picked my phone up and started making a face. "Why she calling us?"

"Who?"

She put the phone in my face making me frown.

"I'm driving.."

"Why is Chasse calling you Deshawn?"

Woah.

"Ion know." I reached over and took my phone from her sitting it in the cup holder.

"So you not gone answer?" She spoke staring at the side of my face.

"No, I'm with you why would I answer?"

"Just see what she want." She picked up my phone again.

I nodded my head and it answered.

"Hey.."

"Yo." I replied back.

"You around somebody?"

"Yeah I'm in the car with—shit nigga.." I groaned as Kayla pushed my arm. "I'm with Jakari."

"Well I need to tell you something, you
think you could stop by?"

"Chasse we ain't spoke in months ion even know what you on anymore, just tell me right now."

Feeling like she was tryna set me up.

"I'm pregnant ...and it's yours. And don't try to say it's not cause you know how I am—"

"Yeah, I know." I cut her off.

I blinked my eyes and swerved getting myself back on track on the road.

"Imma get you tomorrow. "

"Good 'cause my first appointment is tomorrow, you can just take me...if that's fine with you?"

"Of course.."

"Alright, bye."

"Aight.." I shook my head. The entire time Kayla was holding the phone to the ceiling.

She hung up and Kayla threw my phone in my lap.

"Don't start this shit.."