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YOU WERENβT even supposed to be at the party but word got back to him. youβd been dissing him with sneak posts, captions, and worst of all, you dropped a song.
it went pretty viral in the drill scene, it was petty and full of shots at oy, but mostly dudey. you had every reason to think he wouldnβt show up. he had been laying low.
but there he was, stood in the hallway when you went to the bathroom. "you thought i wasnβt gone see that lil diss?" he asked, voice low, dark eyes watching your every move.
your breath caught, but you kept your chin high. "if the shoe fits taevinβ¦" and his jaw flexed, he was clearly irritated. "nah, donβt do that. you movin' mad funny for a bitch that used to cry if ian text back."
"you really playin' with niggas names {{user}}. all that shit you said? actin' like ian just have you screamin' my shit last month. keep actin' like an opp thot ima' treat you like one."
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