《forbidden thug love》title of your story
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Brooklyn's POV
I stood in the mirror dancing and swaying my hips to chris browns "sweet love" yea ya girl is feeling herself today fresh out the shower laced with that baby powder cause I love it.I finished combing through my curly hair grabbed my jordan elevens and my nine millimeter and made my way downstairs I pulled my phone from out of my pocket and checked the time "damn ten already I swear Kay will be late for her own damn death"I said out loud
"how I heard that"Kadence said as she came running down the stairs carrying the duffy and grabbing a bottle of water from out of the fridge
"Kay you ready"I asked walking towards the door as she came back into the living room it looked as if something was really bothering her I just didn't know what as her friend I could always tell when something was bothering her i wouldn't force her to say it she will tell me when she was ready to talk. I watched as Kay grabbed her keys and walked out the door we got In her all black escalade and pulled off she put in her tyga CD as love game came blasting out of the speakers I looked at Kay as I seen a smile slowly creep onto her face omg my girl is falling in love what the fuck is going on
"brook cut the lesbian shit man stop staring at me like that there will be none of that over here I might be a virgin but I'm pretty sure I like guys not females"kadence said as she Moved around in her seat
"ewww nasty bitch no and you ain't even my type"I laughed
"what the deal is then"kadence asked
"what's his name"I asked
"ugh damn Bee is it that obvious his name is delontay you know the one from the mall earlier I just can't seem to get him out of my head like damn he was fine as fuck but my stuck up stubborn ass wouldn't even give him my phone number"kadence said
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"damn Kay money he got you open like that just from one fucking conversation shit I ain't seen you like this since....."
"don't you dare say that fucking name in my motherfucking car"kadence yelled cutting me off
"OK OK I won't. maybe we will see him at the club tonight you are still going right" I asked looking at Kay
"yes I am, come on let's go take this shit in to the workers so we can get the fuck out of this crack infested neighborhood"kadence said hopping out of her truck I tried so hard not to laugh at her could you just imagine her short ass driving a big ass truck like really she needed a step ladder just to get in the motherfucker my homie was a midget lmao a midget thug.
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