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"No, you shut the fuck up!"
Fuck. Mm mm.
"I will break your fucking neck."
Stop.
"You a fake ass, bitch ass nigga!"
Stop it.
"You're wasting your life."
"Shut the fuck up."
"Wake up!"
"Get the fuck out of my house!"
Stop.
"Just like yo' punk ass brother!"
"I want you out!"
"Out!"
"Wake up!"
"Aye man, get up!"
"Huh?!" I jumped, hitting my head against the window. "Ah shit." I mumbled, rubbing the sore area.
"Nigga, why you sleeping so much? That was about a 15-minute ride. Wassup witchu?"
I shook my head, shrugging.
"I'm tired, man. Was up all night tryna' finish this essay for my Law and Sociology class." I yawned, stretching my arms.
"Oh yeah, I forgot all about that. Gon' then college boy, get as much rest as you need. Big tings a gwan!" He exclaimed. "But later, cause we here, c'mon."
I rolled my eyes, realizing the destination we had finally reached, as I unfastened my seatbelt and opened the car door.
"Make it quick, Jaylen; I got shit to do. You lucky I fuck with you."
"Whatever." He waved me off as I stepped outside, leaning against the car.
I took the already rolled-up blunt from behind my ear, slid the lighter from my pocket, and lit it. Taking a pull, I raised my eyebrows at Jaylen, who stood staring at me.
"What, nigga? Go on. Do what you gotta do; I ain't got all fuckin' day."
