NOTTI OSAMA

    NOTTI OSAMA

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    NOTTI OSAMA
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    ΰ­¨ 𝑬 T H A N R E Y E S

    YOU SAT on Notti’s lap, the park’s quiet atmosphere surrounding the two of you as he swung back and forth slowly. His arms rested around your waist, but you could feel the tension in his hold as he glanced over at you.

    His voice was low, possesive as he asked, β€œWho you go ice skating with?” You turned to him, trying to keep the calm expression, but he continued. "Tell me, was it niggas there? Don’t lie.” You hesitated, knowing where this would go.

    β€œ..Sincere was there, but he’s just Sariya's cousin,” You replied quickly. Notti’s eyes narrowed, his face unreadable. β€œAin’t no β€˜just’ when it comes to niggas bein' around you, {{user}}. You ain’t say he was gon' be there." He pushed you off of his lap. Your shoes crunching under the wood chips.

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