ཾ. ·˚ ༘  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . ➶°⁂🎤
𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 -ˋˏ 𝑗𝑎𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑤 ˎˊ-

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: Don't  — Bryson Tiller
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𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕, 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. ❞

Jack Harlow ✓ / jackharlow
the masculine urge to get some top 💯
01:45am • 13/09/2021

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the feminine urge to GIVE
IT TO YOU FIYTB
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i'm begging you to delete
this before she replies man
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user | randomuser
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man i'll even give you
the head myself
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user | randomuser
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we're really and truly
losing our queens to this
white man and we need
to unpack this
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user | randomuser
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ik micaiah crying at
all these replies 😭
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ongggg ! i just KNOW she
upset right now
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user | randomuser
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PICK ME CHOOSE
ME LOVE ME
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AYOOOOO OMG
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ex waman that's still my waman 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻
you think you that nigga huh?

ain't shit ass bitch 😒
nah but i am cute. getting
cuter by the hour actually.
but i wish i knew what
you meant by that

ex waman that's still my waman 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻
you think you're soooo like
cute and attractive and hot
when you're just really not
infact you're quite ugly

ain't shit ass bitch 😒
idk why you hit me up in
the middle of the night
giving me a full analysis
of my appearance but hey

ex waman that's still my waman 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻
tHe mAsCuLiNe
uRgE tO GeT sOmE
tOp 💯💯🥶🤑🤙🏽

ex waman that's still my waman 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻
you're sick

ain't shit ass bitch 😒
LMAOOO it feels
like shit don't it baby

ex waman that's still my waman 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻
i'm not your baby

ain't shit ass bitch 😒
THAT sentence
will change

ex waman that's still my waman 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻
you're so WEIRD you
keep saying shit about
how you want me back
nd shit sending me gifts
nd shit but then post
sum corny ass shit like
that

ex waman that's still my waman 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻
tf are you on

ain't shit ass bitch 😒
okay i said that i
wanted some top

ain't shit ass bitch 😒
but i never said who
i wanted it FROM 🤷🏻‍♂️

ex waman that's still my waman 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻
...

ain't shit ass bitch 😒
and not to be a smart
ass here but i mean it's
pretty obvious who i
want it from

ex waman that's still my waman 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻
yeah. tiktok pawg

ain't shit ass bitch 😒

ain't shit ass bitch 😒
wait wait wait wait

ain't shit ass bitch 😒
is THIS what this
whole shit is about. bc
she's going to the met
too

ex waman that's still my waman 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻
nigga what

ain't shit ass bitch 😒
ugh it's so beautiful to
see you become a mini
me baby honestly 🥺
getting all jealous and
shit

ex waman that's still my waman 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻
i'm not even jealous
so dead that shit
instantly 😴

ain't shit ass bitch 😒
hmmm... let's see it's literally
1am and you hit me up right
after i tweeted some rated
porn shit then out of nowhere
you bring up shorty who i
kicked to the curb for you

ain't shit ass bitch 😒
i'd have three fucking
functioning braincells
i get w her instead of
fixing shit with you

ex waman that's still my waman 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻
wouldn't be the first time
you and her messed around
so you can't even blame me
for thinking that shit

ain't shit ass bitch 😒
key words: messed around.
we never dated. she was
never worth my time like
you are

ex waman that's still my waman 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻
cornball. literal
cornball you're a
corn maze atp

ain't shit ass bitch 😒
yada yada yada i
know you smiled
at that shit 😊

ain't shit ass bitch 😒
ft me so i can see that
pretty ass smile
again baby

ex waman that's still my waman 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻
boyyyyy am i feeling
tired YAWN goodnight

ain't shit ass bitch 😒
see you did that wrong
delivered

ain't shit ass bitch 😒
you were supposed to
call me and then we stay
up all night having phone
sex but now you went
and fucked up the
momentum
delivered

"so you're telling me steve went back in time to be with peggy and left that nigga bucky behind? after doin' allat bullshit to get him back?!" cailyn exclaims.

her, micaiah, elisandra, amala and montero were all at micaiah's house watching endgame (it was cailyn and montero's first time). "i know. it was so shitty," elisandra agrees, throwing some popcorn in her mouth.

micaiah had been particularly quiet, especially since elisandra knew she would agree with her (they had an hour long debate about it over the phone). she looks over at amala, who also noticed. "she's been like this all fuckin' morning," she mumbles.

"nas."

"yeah?"

"did i tell you your friend is a huge huge dickhead?" she speaks directly to him out of absolutely nowhere. since he didn't know what to say, amala speaks up for him, "don't put the poor negro in that position."

"your mixed concoction ass calling me a negro doesn't sit right with my spirit, by the way," montero holds his finger up, "but moving on from that, what'd he say... this time?"

"this," she sulks as she gets her phone to pull up the messages between her and her ex in the middle of the night. she crouches beside nas so he can read, with all the girls surrounding them.

after reading it, they all give eachother knowing looks. micaiah notices and is the first to speak up. "i know right? he's such a bitch nigga like- i wish he would stop actin' so childish."

after she's done, amala smacks her ontop of her head. cailyn second and elisandra last (her hitting her twice since montero didn't want to hit a girl). "ow! damn, what's the issue with y'all?"

"the issue is that we've found the person with three functioning braincells... and it's you," elis states as everyone goes back to what they were doing before. "now everyone's ganging up against me. for what, what the fuck did i do?"

"you still like him, dipshit. and it's so obvious it makes me wanna gauge my fuckin' eyeballs out. i hate love," amala explains. "word. even though i'ma big jacaiah stan," montero adds.

"i don't still like hi—"

"oh, shut the fuck up!" everyone groans out at the same time. "you do not shut the fuck up about him. deadass. all the gifts he be sendin' you, who he might or might not be seen wit'. you miss him, you just don't wanna admit it," cailyn argues.

"yeah i miss that but i'on miss when he was a nonchalant lil' bitch about shit and never hit my line," micaiah snaps back as she folds her arms. "and yet here is," elisandra looks at her upside down from where she lay, "being talked about like we aren't sick and tired of him."

"he keeps talkin' bout he's gonna get back with you too. and jack's big on his manifestation shit. i mean the nigga sleeps with crystals under his pillow." montero says which makes micaiah smile.

"he's... talking about me?" the smile only got bigger and all the girls got up to smack her on the head again. "yo, what the fuck?! my frontal is boutta rock outta place."

"see? you still like him anyway. that ain't our problem, it sounds like yours," elisandra says, sitting back down.

just as micaiah was about to answer back, there's a knock on the door. "i've got my comeback ready, don't you worry 'bout that," she tells her bestfriend before going to open the door.

at the other side, is her ex. with yet another bouquet of flowers in his hand. and another wrapped-up present in his other hand.

"uh... i asked the florist what goes well with roses. she said lavender so... and i got pink 'cause y'know- pink and red..." jack sheepishly explains and micaiah can't help but smile at him and the fact that his cheeks had gone pink. dammit.

"you were sayin', bitch?!" elisandra shouts from the couch. ofcourse, all the girls had peered over to watch their conversation. a little taken aback, he curses under his breath before greeting all the girls (and montero).

"wassup, y'all?"

"you're still a bitch, jack," cailyn says amongst everyone else's polite hellos. "cailyn!" micaiah exclaims. "i see it, i say it. still love you though."

"uhm... i can come back later if you—" "no no no! it's okay, c'mon. we can go in the kitchen," she lets him in, her leading the wall to a place where they were private.

"can i open it?" she gestures to her gift from him to which he nods profusely then hands it to her. however, when she opens it, her eyes widen a little.

"shit. it's smokey and craig!" she immediately exclaims at the painting of her favourite movie characters. "i'll hang this up soon. thankyou."

"well i can help you with it, if you want me to."

this makes her set the picture down carefully, turning to him with a smug face on. "i won't need you to do allat. we're not together anymore," she jokingly points out the obvious.

trying not to laugh, he pokes his tongue in his cheek as he rolls his eyes. and ofcourse, the action makes micaiah think unthinkable things. things that can't be written here obviously.

"micaiah, you know how i feel about you. and i- i was an asshole, i know—"

"that and some other shit, too." she adds. he laughs a little, "that and some other shit, too. but i'm sorry. so so goddamn sorry. all that shit i said on social media and shit, i was frontin'. big time. actin' as if this didn't effect me but if you ask anybody they'd tell you i would not stop talking about you."

that makes two of us.

"now, i don't wanna waste your time, or be in your hair. i probably pissed you off more than enough already. and i know you won't want random things gettin' sent to your house since that'll piss you off even more. but i do it 'cause i'm trying. i buy shit you need, like new shit for your video setup. stuff you like, like this big ass friday picture i got my friend to paint. if i got you just flowers, that's basic. shows i'm kinda done with it..." he grabs her hand.

"and i don't wanna be done with it. from when i found out you even knew i existed, i tried. so- just let me know now: this, us. you done with it, forreal, or do i get to keep trying?"

she literally broke up for him because of this reason. all this time, all she wanted from him was to try. really try, not just set her up with a bunch of false promises. she really didn't want to fall down the same trap. but that was the thing about jack. she really really liked him. liked him so much it might even be- nah she's thinking too much into it.

instead of saying a word, she gets on her tiptoes slightly and kisses his cheek. actually, that said more. "thankyou for the picture, jack. i'll see you later, okay?"

they hold eye contact for a while with jack trying not to call up urban right that second and tell him to break out the ciroc. "okay," then, like he used to do, he brings their joint hands up to his lips and kisses her hand.

leaving her there alone in the kitchen with her thoughts, she immediately runs back to that one that stood out amongst all the others. recognising what it was, she buries her face in her hands.

montero and the girls come rushing in, demanding they know what happened. well, all apart from cailyn, who wanted to know why a real joint was attached to the picture on the island.

"you look like you just got told he's been fucking wit' saweetie this whole time," elisandra states and micaiah doesn't move as she answers, "worse." she looks.

"i think i might be inlove with him."

𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐕𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐂𝐄 ! 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐒𝐊𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 .
y'all FEENSSS for this shit huh? bc
me publishing on accident caused a
whole ambush. IM SORRY OKAY?
HERE IT IS LEAVE ME 'LONEEEE.
so as you can probably guess these
two are very slowlyyy getting back
together. i mean micaiah admitted
she loves him (even tho it was bare
obvious) all the author gotta do is
resolve it.

buuuuut wait. jack still
gotta go to the met... y'know...
the one addison going to...
😈 WHEWWW THIS SHIT
BEAUTIFUL ITS LOVELY
MICAIAH AND JACK
WONT HAVE SHIT AND
DATS ON MYYYY WATCH
(jk jk... unless 🙃)

our little fam is
now at 500! this
means the world
thankyou guys so
very much i love
each and every
one of you guys
and i hope i'm
feeding you guys
good w this book
<33