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I stared at my phone disappointed, I mean, I said it, I finally said it, and he didn't even say it back. Maybe he hadn't heard me. Yea like you can just not hear someone telling you you live them. I scoff and throw my phone down before paying attention to my surroundings. We were at the hotel, me and Dre, he invited a few girls over and the room was engulfed in smoke.

"Reggieeee," one of the girls called, dragging my name out more then necessary. I look over and she smiles, blushing slightly before opening up her mouth again.

"Wanna go into the room, you seem stressed..." she offered, trying extremely hard to be sexy and seductive. I walked over towards the room and chuckled to myself as she got up from her position on the couch to follow me. As soon as I got through the threshold of the room I grabbed the door and closed it in her face. Rude, I know, but I've grown a distaste for girls that throw them selves at me. Plus the fact I had someone I already cared for, I'd do nothing to hurt him. I flopped down on the bed and took deep breathes of the sheets. I missed him, just being around each other. It had only been a day but damn, it felt like forever. I reached into my pocket for my phone and remembered I left it up in the front. Getting up with a grunt I walk towards the door and unlock it before stepping out into the now quiet room.

They must've left into the other room I assume and the sounds of giggles confirm my assumptions. I spot my phone and pick it up before staring at his contact. Nahh, I'm not gon call, we just got off the phone. Instead I connect my phone to the Bluetooth speaker and blast our songs. I walk back into the room and pull out my bag of weed. It needed to be cut, weighed and bagged for when we went out on the streets. Then we had a meeting with D'Angelo, a club owner who was looking for a lot of weed for his underground business.

If this went well, then we could make a lot from him. Especially with the amount he was buying from us. For sure this wasn't a one time thing.

"This shit jam, who this?!" The voice of Dre yells from the room door, nodding his head along with the song.

"It's Alonzo and mines. We made it a while ago." I answer confidently.

"Damn, for real?! Y'all making magic in that studio then." He continues nodding along and I chuckle to myself, bright smile upon my face from the compliments. I nod before continue to grab the few things I needed. Then Zo's verse plays, and knowingly I freeze, most of our songs are songs you'd hear couple sing about. He wouldn't take lightly to this. His face schrunches up and I look over getting ready to explain. Looks like I'd have to come out to my best friend sooner than later.

ALONZO

I stare at the creepy old man in shock. He was so...smug, so mysterious. It was something about him that just screamed 'suspicious character'. But then again I was being a suspicious character myself selling weed on the corner.

"S-sup." I reply, mentally cursing myself for stuttering. He smiles wilder at my uncomfortable predicament. It was a grim smile, one that sent a chill down my spine and made my blood run cold. Pushing through my shudders I hurry up and force myself to speak. "W-what do you need?"

His smile is replaced with a thinking face and eventually it lights up, him thinking of what he wants.

"You got a dime?" He asks and I scoff at the easy task. I reach in my pocket and grab a smile dime before reaching into the window to place in his hand. The sudden grip on my arm shocks me slightly and I gasp lowly, causing me to take a sharp intake of breath.

"Thanks young buck." He whispers before releasing his grip on my arm and beginning to roll up his window. I snatched my arm back and watch as they pull off the street. In my hands is the money along with a card holding a name, Derrick. I gasp as Gabriel runs up towards me and checks up on me. Grabbing and inspecting my arm.  After he sees there's nothing wrong with it he just slides his hand lower to my hand, where it stays and he looks up. "Are you ok?" He asks, concerned and I could've easily said yes but it was in that moment. That one scare that changed it all. It was the harsh grip of his hand and conniving smirk that lied constantly on that man's face. I never wanted to do it again. The fear I had because of that moment, scared me straight. I lifted my eyes towards his and broke down. I had never been this scared before, last time I was like this was when I was at the hospital and..

"I wanna go home!" I cry, breaking down, on some random corner in the hood. I really want cut out for this. Pathetic. My brother did this for a living, and one little run in had me scared like hell. In some way, it lit a fire underneath me. And it also enlightened me of the true struggle, that my brother and that Reggie wen through, day in and day out.

I feel Gabriel pull me into his chest as he comforted me. "Yeah man, let's take you home." He says and leads me to the car. I climb into the passenger side and put my seat belt in. I wipe my eyes and sniffle one last time. Weak. That's what I was right now. A weak boy pretending to be more than he truly was. Maybe I was still that rich boy who got everything I wanted, as long as I did what my father wanted. As much as I didn't want to be, strength was something I majorly lacked. I lay in the passenger side and close my eyes, attempting to calm myself down. A little shaken up, that's all I was.

I focused on my breathing, slowly steadying them, and before I knew it, I was asleep.

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When I wake up, I'm in my bed, sunlight pouring through the nearby window. The suns warmth keeping me warm, but that wasn't the only thing. I look down to see a arm around my waist, but not the one I've seen all these times before. It was...Gabriel's. I gasp and push him off the bed in shock. A groan erupts from the floor and the sound of his groggy voice fills the room.

"Did you really have to push me off the bed?!" He questions standing up, only in his underwear. I look down towards my clothing to check if I'm still clothed before he interrupts me once again.

"Don't worry, I didn't do anything."

I sigh and get out of bed, walking into the bathroom and locking the door behind me.

"I was too tired to drive, I didn't think you'd mind." He whispers from the other side of the door.

"Yea ok. But there was another room. I just think you should go home." I suggest and wait for his response.

"But-"

"Go home Gabriel, and don't tell anyone anything." I sigh before turning on the shower. "My lucks just gone to shit these past few days." I sigh and go into the shower.

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