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JAY ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Nahmir stared at me in disbelief, his eyes lightening as his facial expression softened. "W-What?" he choked, his brows furrowed in confusion. "you-You're lying."
I shook my head. "Nigga I put that shit on Valley grave."
He swallowed roughly. "What happened?"
I raised my eyebrow. "You sure you wanna know?"
Nick bit his lip and looked off to the side, nodding hesitantly. "Yeah."
I sighed.
Here goes nothing.
"Manny, where the fuck are we going?" I groaned. It was cold as fuck outside and I ain't bring no type of winter attire, not to mention my feet hurt.
He smacked his lips. "Mane just shut the fuck up already, damn." he said in his country ass Alabama accent. "we almost there, come on bruh."
I sighed, stuffing my arms inside of my Gucci sweater as I cautiously looked around at my surroundings. We were literally in the middle of nowhere. We walked up a long, narrow, curving dirt road that never seemed to end, surrounded by nothing but trees. No people, no buildings, no nothing, and it was dark as fuck. "Oh my God Emmanuel if you're trying to kill me I swear-"
"Mane, ain't nobody tryna' do shit to yo ass. I would've been shot you if that was the case."
I eyed him suspiciously. "Mhm." I'ma keep an eye on him anyway, Mexicans ain't trustworthy.
"Look!" he pointed through the trees where a bright light could be seen faintly. "we're almost there."
"No shit." I gasped in fake enthusiasm.
"Fuck You, asshole."
"Nah," I smirked, sizing him up. "you not my type."
