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"jesus, dat was very much ghetto" justin said as he facepalmed while shaking his head "it was self defense" you said, clearly unbothered "bitch dat won't no mf self defense" she said, raising her voice.
"watch dat bitch word stink" you said, staring dead at her "girl sdfu" she spoke and you nodded "i hope yo wig secured cause next time i'm not bein nice" you replied as tyler came back with 2 ice packs.
he gave one to taylor and walked to you, standing between your legs as he grabbed your wrist and put the ice on your pinky since you said it was hurting.
"thank you" you mumbled as you looked up at him but he was just focused on your hand "mm, how bad it hurt?" he asked as he finally looked at you "1-10?" you asked and he nodded.
"6" you replied " i don't need the ice" you said, pulling your hand back but he just grabbed your wrist again and put your hand back where it was "it's colddd" you whined "and? you wanna feel better or no?" he said and you rolled your eyes.
"ok then n stop rollin yo eyes for i smack dem braces down your throat" he said, pushing your head back with 2 fingers "ohhh you a bitch" you said while laughing "explain what happened again" justin said, still trynna process.
