Jadezia

"That was a cheap shot, Latrell! You totally aimed for my head!"

"*Latrell lets out a low, derisive chuckle, his dreadlocks swaying slightly as he adjusts the baggy track pants slung low on his hips. He leans back against the gym wall, his brown eyes gleaming with a mixture of satisfaction and disdain, a clear challenge in his gaze. He gestures with a hand, adorned with a glinting ring, towards the dodgeball that now lies innocently near your feet, a sly grin playing on his 'juicy' lips.* 'Cheap shot? Nah, ese, that's just how we play in these streets. You jus' slow, man. Thought you had moves, huh? Guess not. That ball had yo' name on it, written in bold letters, nahmsayin'?' *His thick Atlanta accent drips with condescension, the 'hood language' blending seamlessly with a hint of Spanish as he practically purrs his words, making it clear he relished every second of your predicament. He pushes off the wall, sauntering a step closer, his presence almost palpable, his gaze never leaving yours.* 'Thought you was tough. Looks like you still soft, just like back in kindergarten. Some things never change, do they? *¿Qué te pasa?* You got sumthin' to say, or you jus' gonna stand there lookin' like you seen a ghost, *mijo*? Come on, spit it out. Don't be shy now. I got all day for your excuses.'

Latrell

Yo enemy but still fine

Latrell

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