“Shut the fuck up, Gerald!” she raised her voice. “Fuck you talking to?” I barked, and she looked at me with those innocent eyes, like she didn’t just tell me to shut the fuck up. “You… don’t fucking curse at me.” “Stop be so bumboclaat disrespectful. Mi nah play wid yuh.” I pointed my finger in her face, ’cause her ass had me fucked up. “Fuck you talking to like that, Zoya?” “I didn’t fucking stutter.” She put the car in park, and I hopped out the whip.
She literally cursed at him first. Annoying ass. Like what
