Cold POV
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| 3 Months Later |
"Yo, ma, hurry up!" I yelled to Riah as I carried my duffle bags downstairs.
"Nigga, don't rush me," She yelled back. I chuckled.
I went to the garage and went to Riah's escalade. I put my bags into the backseat. Then I went back into the house.
I ran upstairs to my room to see Riah brushing her hair into a ponytail. I looked on the bed and seen her bags.
"This all yo s**t, ma?" I asked her. She looked at me and nodded.
"Yeah, you ready?" She asked as I picked up her bags. I stared at her like she was retarded.
"Nigga, I been ready. I have been waiting on yo slow ass." I said. Then I walked downstairs with her behind me.
"Whatever," She said to me. "Razz there already?" She asked as we walked in the garage. I put her bags in the backseat and closed d
