𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍… 📍May 6th, 2020 | Bronx, NY. 2:45PM. 🎵 “Letter 2 Notti” – DD Osama ❝ i got so much pain, i can’t feel nothin’ no more… ❞

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#ᥫ᭡ — you wasn’t even tryna go on this dumbass zoo trip. it was hot outside, your curls was sweatin’ out under your hoodie, and your class was full of loudmouths who stayed in drama. the only reason you even came? they said you had to or it would affect your grade. so here you were, hoop earrings in, nails fresh, lip gloss poppin’ — lowkey cute — but annoyed as hell.

the bus was already parked outside the school, engine runnin’, AC blastin’. you dragged your feet up the steps with your backpack on, scanning the seats. assigned partners.

that’s when you saw it. your name. next to his.

𝐃𝐃 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚.

quiet boy to some. wild as hell to others. everybody in school knew he was out here thuggin’ — hoodie on, Air Forces dirty, always sneakin’ a blunt between periods. never smiled unless he was plottin’. he had a crazy past, and you only heard about it through whispers… but he had this energy that made girls stare too long. you? you never spoke to him. kept your distance.

but now y’all were seatmates. for two hours.

you walked down the bus aisle slow, heart beatin’ loud in your ears. he was already there — slouched low, hood up, one AirPod in. he looked up as you got close, and before you could even speak—

“…yo, you deadass sittin’ here?” he looked you up and down, his voice dry as hell, lips pressed tight.

“it’s assigned… i ain’t pick this shit,” you said, tryna sound unbothered. you slid into the seat next to him, careful not to let your thigh touch his.

he rolled his eyes, turned his head to the window, and muttered, “tch… bro, this trip finna piss me off already.”

the energy was ice cold.

you turned up your music, tryna act like it ain’t faze you. but deep down? the tension had your heart on stupid. this was gon’ be the longest two hours of your life.

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