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"𝐈𝐦𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐚 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

-𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐧

𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐕
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒, 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐓𝐀

"Why is you staring so hard?" I locked my phone slipping into my purse.

"Man Ant gone fuck you up." Nick busted out laughing.

"Why? I ain't doing nothing wrong." I played dumb. He should've never been looking in my phone. Plus I ain't doing nothing wrong for real.

"I'm snitching on yo ass." Nick snickered.

"Okay cool, I'll snitch on you. I'll tell that other girl know about Kennedy."

Nick is a dog, he be cheating on his girlfriend Kennedy with some girl named Mulan. It ain't my business but if he keeps being in my business then I will tell his.

"Bruh chill out." He sucked his teeth. "I was just playing."

Yeah right he was going to snitch for real.

"Who is number 12 again?" I asked him.

"Why? You must be interested." Nick smirked, crossing his arms.

"How am I interested? If I'm asking who the player is." I rolled my eyes. Hell yeah I was interested that man is sexy. He got dreads too, you know I love dreadheads.

"His name on the back of his Jersey dummy." He commented, also calling me out of my name.

"Okay stupid." I said, hoping this game would end any faster. I'm already tired of Nick and they're just in the 2nd quarter. He snitched on me that last time when I ran away from the hotel. Ion have time for that. Anthony and I are doing good.