sorry for any mistakes.
Jace Sekani Knight.
Kani.. | May 11
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"What's wrong with you?" King looked at me, snatching his change back from the lil Arab.
"Get out you rude ass boy. I'm ti'ed of y'all." He pointed at King.
"Suck my dick nigga." King waved him off, and grabbed his soda.
"Trin so weird." I made a face, putting my phone away before grabbing my Fanta pineapple soda.
"She still ain't talking to you?" He asked me as we walked out the corna' sto'.
"No, and I'an e'en did shit." I made a face, "I been nice as fuck to her ass, I'on know why she blocked me."
"Outside not even on my wavelength right now." Von leaned against the whip, with a towel over his head.
The fuck this nigga even talking about?
"Nigga what?" King looked at him.
"I'm high shit I don't know." He shrugged, "It's just different out here."
"Aye man, can I get some spare change?" I looked over to see the familiar ass crackhead asking me.
"Fuck out my face G." I mugged, pushing him back.
"Damn Kani, calm the fuck down. Who the hell pissed in yo bottle and called it Fanta?" Von said grabbing my arm.
"Fuck that nigga, let's go." I mugged.
"Man I just want some change. Its hot out here." He said again, "Come on please help a brotha' out."
I looked him in his face and he was really out of it. I mean he was so gone, he probably ain't even recognize me.
"Here." King said passing him a dollar.
"Jahir don't give that nigga shit, he don't need shit from us." I smacked my lips.
"Kani he can't buy much with a dollar. It is hot out here, maybe he'a buy something to keep him hydrated." Von spoke.
"Y'all niggas sound crazy." I chuckled, "That nigga a liar, he gone find a way. Crackheads always do."
That's one thing he was good for, finding a way.
"I 'preciate it man." His crackhead ass said to King and Von, before looking me up and down.
"Come on." Von nodded towards the car before getting in the passenger seat, and King got in the driver's seat.
I watched as he crossed the street and stopped on the corner before I seen another familiar looking face, Taylor.
We made eye contact, and she stared at me for awhile, until I broke it getting in the backseat of King car.
"Who was that?" Von asked, rolling his wood.
"Who shorty?" I said, opening my soda.
"Yeah, nigga she was looking yo ass in yo soul boa'." He laughed.
"Y'all don't kno' ha' ass?" I made a face, "She work at the trap on the east."
"Fa' real?" Von looked back, "She bad as hell."
"Thats Deandra friend," King spoke, pulling off, "She a lil hustling ass broad too. We hired her ass months ago Von."
"Well I want ha' ass, Kani I'ma tell Trin." Von joked.
"Man," I smacked my lips, "it ain't shit to tell her ass. I barely know shorty. I just wanted to see why her ass working the corner."
"She selling fa' us." King said in a 'duh' tone.
