Dashawn POV
I wondered what the fuck Brandy want, what the hell we got to talk about. I ain't trust her no more at all, after that stunt she pulled last night, I don't know what the fuck was wrong with her, putting me in that shit. I choose the spot Paperia Pizza cause it wasn't to far from home and a hospital or the warehouse we all worked at , selling drugs and splitting nuggas head. I texted my nigga Jire, cause he did that last night.
me: wassup nigga?
jire: wassup boy? you good?
me: always, but guess who wanna talk over lunch today?
jire: who
me: brandy
jire: don't trust that shit I'm coming with you
me: okay, paparia pizza @ 2
it was 1:30 as I took care of my hygiene and headed out the door towards the pizza place as I sat at a table on the side as my nigga jire walked up and sat beside as we started talking about the past night events that happened until Brandy and some bad ass chick walked up.
