"Give me one good reason why I should forgive you. I've been mad at you twice in one day, Riele. I'm never like that with anyone."
Then she had told him why she had deserved to have him forgive her.
But she didn't have just one reason, she had mill...
Ops! Esta imagem não segue nossas diretrizes de conteúdo. Para continuar a publicação, tente removê-la ou carregar outra.
✯ LA ✯
Jhacari was done.
He was also running out of time for this rap, so he had guessed he had had to make up things on the spot, which was kind of what he had done.
Until he had come up with something.
When you die All you see is black Once you're gone, you're gone No taking back
You gon' die of a car crash House fire? Or a heart attack?
That was where he had left of on his very morbid rap about death.
Death Death ain't something to be messed with Life Life is something that we're blessed with
You don't know when you're finna be taken away So you gotta make the most of everyday
He had added the above bit, and altogether everything was two minutes and forty five seconds long— he still needed fifteen extra seconds minimum and he had ten minutes left, so he was good to go.
Hopefully, anyway.
As Jhacari was thinking of what to write whilst simultaneously drumming his pencil on the table to concentrate, that was when Alfredo had entered the room, with Jhacari's phone going off continuously.
Ay, where the party at? Girls is on the way, where the bacardi at? Models and models, talkin' all a that Know I can't forget about my thugs
Where the party at? And all my girls Where the party at? Off in the club
Where the party at? If the party's where you're at let me hear you say
Aka Where the Party At by Jagged Edge.
A party?
Up in here?
They must have been having a laugh.
Alfredo had known and liked the song, however he just didn't really like how Jhacari's phone had kept on going off like once every ten seconds.
