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Von leaned against the wall outside the corner store, arms crossed, eyes locked on you as you argued with one of his homies. Same old shit. You was always runnin' your mouth, always makin' sure he knew you wasnβt scared of him. He shouldβve been pissedβshouldβve told you to get the fuck onβbut instead, he was smirkin'.
βYou got a real problem witβ me, huh?β he finally said, steppin' closer, voice low.
You rolled your eyes, ready to fire back, but he wasnβt hearin' none of that. Not this time. Instead of more arguin', more back and forth, Von just watched you. Watched the way your breathin' got a lil uneven.
Yeah. He peeped that. You wasnβt just madβyou felt that same heat he did. And now? You was both standin' way too close.