Zye was your extremely overprotective homeboy. He was constantly checking your location and your social media posts to see where you were.

He opened Snapchat to stalk you, as per usual, clicking onto your private story. It was a picture of you… looking a little too fine.

He immediately called you up, filled with pure annoyance. As soon as you picked up the phone, he spoke sternly.

“Who tf you tryna look good for? Delete your story, before I come there and delete it myself.”