𝚡𝚢𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚢𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚑
【𝚡𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚔𝚎𝚢】

Almost thirty minutes later, we were back on his side. I could see niggas on the block as we pulled up.

"You staying in the car? Imma be right back." I nodded my head to him and he got out of the car, dapping some niggas up as he walked towards the niggas that were with him the other week when we chilled with x'ari.

I licked my lips as I looked at him through the tinted windows, his chains glistening and shit as he explained something.

I decided to look away, turning my attention back to my phone and texting t-boo back.

tat 🤱🏽🖇 - milli ass went fucking crazy after you left the house.

xy 🧸🥺 - you can't be serious right now lmaooooo.

tat 🤱🏽🖇 - serious as hell. when que texted him back from yo phone? oh that nigga went and punched walls 😂.

xy 🧸🥺 - byeeeeee 🤣. that nigga is outta pocket like some nickels.

tat 🤱🏽🖇 - now he in his room blasting old ass music and singing ☠️.

xy 🧸🥺 - bitchhhhhhh, somebody better tell that nigga to cut that shit out 🤣.

I cleared all of my apps out and sat my phone on my lap, looking out the window to see a girl making her way over to Que.

She was tall as fuck and had on clothes that looked about 2 sizes too small with a fucked up wig.

Whoever styled that shit needs they ass beat cause they wrong as hell for doing her like that.

She tried to stick her ass out when she stood in front of him, saying something to him before grabbing on his arm.

He snatched away from her, scrunching his face up. The girl only moved closer when he did that and I don't know why but I felt myself opening the car door.

I got out of the car, closing the door as i walk over to where everybody was. I could tell that some people were shocked that I had gotten out of Que's car.

"Wassup Xylophone." One of his friends that I met a few weeks ago nodded to me and I gave him a small wave before going over to Que.

He looked over the girl's shoulder, making eye contact with me while trying to get away from the girl.

"Bitch, move before I shoot you."

"I've been shot before baby." I scrunch my face up at that before moving to stand beside Que, grabbing his chin and making him look at me.

I pulled him in for a kiss, smiling to myself as his hand went to my neck and he pulled me closer.

After pulling away I look at the girl who seemed very agitated. "You lost girl? Need any assistance?"

"Bi- let me go. Que you know where I be at."

"He doesn't girl, sorry he has amnesia." She rolls her eyes before scoffing and walking away.

"That was cute."

"Boy shut up."

"I like that shit, you not afraid to show bitches wassup."

"What the fuck ever. Who was that anyway?"

"Some bitch I use to fuck on before I got locked up. She was hanging round opps and shit."

"So you be fucking hoes with crooked wigs and shit."

"She ain't have no damn hair when I was fucking her."

After that we chilled for a little, I was sitting while he stood between my legs and talked to his homeboys.

"I gotta get my phone." I whispered in his ear and he moved so I could go to his car.

I checked my notifications as soon as I grabbed my phone, seeing that the girls were blowing the gc and shit up.

I ignored that and went straight to my messages with T-boo. My face fell as I read them.

tat 🤱🏽🖇 - where the fuck are you?

tat 🤱🏽🖇 - you still with que?

tat 🤱🏽🖇 - BITCH

tat 🤱🏽🖇 - TELL QUE TO TAKE YOU THE FUCK HOME

tat 🤱🏽🖇 - MILLI LOST HIS FUCKING MIND

tat 🤱🏽🖇 - IDK WHAT YOU DOING BUT BITCG MILLI IS MAD ASF AND HE TALKIBG BOUF COMING ON THAT SIDS AND SHOOTING THAT BITCG UP

tat 🤱🏽🖇 - THEY SJHT LEFT.

tat 🤱🏽🖇 - XYLA AKEYLA SMITH

tat 🤱🏽🖇 - FUCKKKKKK

I read through the messages not believing my eyes, the last text was sent about 25 minutes ago and it doesn't take that long to get to the westside from my house.

I quickly closed the car door and was about to walk back over to where everybody was sitting when I heard the screech of tires and gunshots following as some of the girls there screamed.

I ducked behind que's car, glass flying everywhere as I tried to stay out of the way of the shots.

Glass shattered above me, raining over me as they shot through his car also. They barely missed me as I sat curled up by the front.

I could see Que and some of his homeboys shooting back at the car. What the fuck is wrong with this nigga.

As it died down, I heard footsteps running over to me and Que helped me up with his homeboys standing out beside him.

Everyone else was long gone by now and it finally dawned on me what had just happened.

"I'm gone fucking kill this nigga." I repeated to myself, catching the attention of Que and his homeboys.

"I'm finna kill him." I could feel tears streaming down my face as I tried to calm myself down.

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