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 the couch in his living room, arms crossed tightly over your chest, watching Notti scroll through his phone. You’d been quiet for the past twenty minutes, and he finally noticed.

    β€œWhat’s up with you? You been movin’ mad weird all day,” He said, raising an eyebrow as he looked over at you. You hesitated, not sure how to start.

    But the image of his girl best friend, always hanging on him, laughing at everything he said, and touching his arm like it belonged to her, was burned in your mind. β€œJayda. Why she always gotta be so… close to you for?” You asked, your voice laced with frustration.

    "It’s like that bitch stay touchin' on you, flirtin' and shit." You added with a scowl. His face shifted, caught between confusion and amusement. β€œWhat? She just bein’ herself. You mad over that?”

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