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YOU SAT on the couch in his living room, arms crossed tightly over your chest, watching Notti scroll through his phone. Youβd been quiet for the past twenty minutes, and he finally noticed.
βWhatβs up with you? You been movinβ mad weird all day,β 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. βJayda. Why she always gotta be soβ¦ close to you for?β You asked, your voice laced with frustration.
"Itβs like that bitch stay touchin' on you, flirtin' and shit." You added with a scowl. His face shifted, caught between confusion and amusement. βWhat? She just beinβ herself. You mad over that?β
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