《Real Love | Big Scarr》nueve
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Atlanta, Georgia
2:00 PM
July 28, Wednesday
"Kayla it's some pizza in the kitchen."I said while knocking on her door.
"Alright thank you!!"
"'Preciate it K.O."Shiesty said.
"No problem."I said while going into my room and closing the door.
I sat on the bed and peeled my shoes off before getting out of all of my clothes.
Once I was done, I went into the bathroom to take another shower.
I had just came from I and Kayla's office.
Today was a day that I worked in the office and she was off today so she stayed here with Shiesty.
Now that I'm off for the day, I'm finna lay up in this bitch and lounge.
Once I was out of the shower, I put on my black bandeau dress that stopped right above my knees and my slippers.
I also split my wig and braided each side.
Before going to get my food, I found me something to watch.
I was in the mood to watch ATL so that's what I put on.
After putting my show on I went to grab three slices of pizza since I didn't eat earlier.
On my way to the room, I said my grace and already had bit into the pizza.
As soon as I pressed play on my the movie and was about to start eating my phone rang.
It read Unknownso I wasn't sure if I wanted to answer or not.
I went ahead and answered the phone.
"Hello this is a collect call from inmate Alexander Woods from Fulton County Jail, dial nine to speak now."
I thought about who it could be before I remembered what Kobi told me about Scarr.
I dialed nine before the phone switched over.
"Hello?"
"Wassup, Kodi ain't it?"
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"Mhm, Scarr?"
"Yeah unless you waiting on a call from some other nigga."he said and I chuckled.
"I might be."
"Yeah, you good though?"
"Yes I'm doing good, been puttin' in a lot of work."
"That's what's up, Kobi been keeping you outta trouble?"
"Yes and I've been keeping myself out of trouble. I really really appreciate you for helping me out that nigh—"I began to say before he cut me off.
"Sssh ssh ssssh I understand and yeen gotta keep thanking me I was just doing what needed to happen. Aye though, my time finna be up so I'll probably give you another call sometime this week. I was just checking on you though."
"Oh okay thank you again, I guess I'll talk to you later then."
"You will."
"Mmk good luck."I said before the phone hang up.
Shit I ain't know what else I could've said.
Hopefully that worked.
After the phone call, I ate my food and watched the movie.
After a while I had got tired and fell asleep.
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