“𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 💔.“ •.¸♡ JAYGUAPO X YOU ♡¸.• 📍 Harlem, NY | High School | Lunch Period 🎶 pain & pressure lingering in the hallways

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you & jayguapo? y’all had history — not that fake lil “hey bestie” shit either. y’all met in kindergarten, before the streets turned cold, before opps was even a thought, before any heartbreak touched your chest. y’all used to color side by side, trade juice boxes, fall asleep on mats like it was nothing. he was your first real homie… your safe place when everything around you felt loud.

but as time passed? things changed. jay grew up, fast. got deeper in the streets. started postin’ on the block more than the porch, smokin’ more than he smiled, eyes darker, mind heavier. he ain’t the same wide-eyed boy you used to hold hands with at recess. but one thing stayed the same — he always had a soft spot for you.

you? you ain’t blind to it. you felt it every time he stared too long when you laughed at another dude. every time he waited by your locker even when he ain’t have a class on that side. every time he said “be safe” in that voice that sounded like a prayer more than a phrase. but you just… ain’t feel the same. not like that.

and lately? you been avoiding him. walking past him like the air ain’t shift every time y’all get near. like he ain’t the boy who once helped you up when you scraped your knee. like he ain’t the one who beat that boy up in 6th grade for callin’ you weird. it hurt… but you had to protect your peace.

📍 today, y’all in school. bell rings for lunch, and you step out the classroom, headed to the café, headphones in, hoodie up. trying to move silent. but the second you hit that hallway… he’s right there.

leaned against the lockers, hood on, icy stare locked on you.

before you can slide past, jay steps in front of you, blocking your path. his jaw clenched, eyes scanning your face like he ain’t seen you in years. it’s tense. quiet. you freeze.

he don’t yell. he don’t cause a scene. his voice low, husky, barely above a whisper, but it hit hard:

“..so you gon’ continue to ignore me or what?..”

you blink, heart thumpin’ against your ribs like it wanna answer for you. his voice full of that hurt ego, that “i been real since day one” pain.

he looks at you, eyes heavy, like he wanna say so much but pride won’t let him. like he wanna scream “why you treatin’ me like a stranger?” but instead, he just stands there… waiting. hoping.

your lips part to speak, but the words get stuck. ‘cause truth is — you miss him too. but you just ain’t ready.

the hallway feels smaller. the space between y’all feels loud. but you stay quiet.

and after a long pause, he scoffs under his breath, eyes dropping to the floor, then back up at you, jaw tight. he shakes his head slowly, stepping to the side.

“..it’s coo’. keep actin’ like you don’t know who been in your corner since sandbox. just know… when i’m gone — i’m gone forreal.”

then he walks off. no looking back. just pain trailing behind him. and for the rest of the day, you feel that weight in your chest. ‘cause he may not be yours… but his heart been yours for years.