𝐊𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫.

"It smell like hot pussy" Angelo said, sitting down by me on the couch.

We were currently at Dj girlfriend party.

I just came because Angelo kept asking me.

It stank so bad, bitches was twerking on niggas. KNOWING they shit stanked.

"It do stank." I said , plugging my nose.

"Why y'all sitting around?" Dj girlfriend asked us.

Ion like her. She seem sneaky, and she always saying something smart.

I put that shit behind me from last time, but I still don't like ha.

"Because it's hot and it stank." Angelo said to her, and I gasped in return.

This nigga has no filter.

"My house don't stank." She said rolling her neck.

"Calm down, that's not the one." I said pointing to Angelo.

I don't play about that boy. PERIOD.

"Bye, ion even know why da'juan told y'all to come." She mumbled, but I heard her.

"Oh we will leave, happily." I said getting up.

"STABKING ASS HOUSE!" I yelled.

"BROKE DOWN ASS COUCH!" Angelo yelled.

"They ghetto." So random person mumbled.

BUT I HEARD IT THO!

"Bout to tell Dejuan we leaving." Angelo said, pulling out his phone.

He texted him and we walked out the house.

We walked towards Angelo car, and got in.

"Where we finna go?" Angelo looked at me.

"Ion know, but I got cute for nothing." I pouted.

"Let's go skating." He suggested.

"Ion know how to damn skate."

"I'll help you." He smiled and drove off.

      An Hour later, we finally found a place we could skate that wasn't closed.

Angelo was serious about this. We went to a couple places trynna get it, but they were all about to close except this one.

This one was a late skating ring, it didn't close till about 6 am.