Weirdo ✔️

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Michael 😎

"Why you and Ley ain't talking?", Landon asks me, being his normal, nosy self. I give him a dry shrug and continue texting her.

"Nigga, you do know! I can see it all over ya' face!", he yells. "I don't know what you're talking about, sir.", I mumbled, receiving another message from her.

"Y'all fucking?", he asks bluntly, getting in my face. "Nope. Just friends.", I answer.

"Whatever. I'll just call her and ask her.", he says, getting up.

Thinking he was bluffing, I stayed in my seat, only to hear an occasional ringing.

"Hi, whore.", I hear her voice say. . "Wassup, Ley. I got a question for ya'.", he responds. "Shoot."

Landon turns around towards me and smiles.

"Why you and Michael been acting so weird?", he asks. "Because we like to mind our business. Bye.", she answers, hanging up.

A smirk finds its way onto my face as I stare at a salty Landon.

"Anyways, you tryna go to Dante's football game tonight?", he asks me. I shrug in response.

"Bet. Be dressed in an hour.", he says, getting up and walking out.

Ley 😛

My phone vibrates in my pocket, signalling I had a message.

Pulling it out, I slowly read it.

"Be dressed in an hour. We finna link at Dante game. - L. Dawg"

I send a simple "bet" back and get up.

I pull out a simple outfit, consisting of jeans and a t-shirt.

"DADDY!", I yell, digging through my closet for my shoes.

"What?", he asks, poking his head into the door. "Can I go to a game tonight?", I ask, head first in the closet. 

"It depends. You gonna be with Michael and Landon?", he questions, making me nod.

"Alright. You need some money?", he asks. "Yes, please.", I answer.

Digging into his pocket, he pulls out his wallet and takes out a crisp $100 bill.

"Be back by midnight.", he says, and with that, he walks out.

I eventually find my Air Force's and start ironing my clothes.

-Time Skip-

A honk is heard outside, and I get up.

"DADDY, I'M GONE!", I yell, walking out of the door.

Climbing into the backseat of Landon's car, I say my greetings.

"Hi, whore. Wassup, Michael."

"Man, I'm 'bout tired of you.", Landon says, flipping me off through the rearview mirror.

I flip it right back to him, and a silence falls over us.

After a few minutes, he pulls into a gas station.

"One of y'all feel like pumping the gas for me?", Landon asks.