“If I’m tripping, who is it that she’s talking to over there then?” I looked up to see Greysen standing on the sidewalk with some dude all in her ear. I nearly missed the door handle trying to get out the car so fast. Dymon grabbed my arm as I was trying to get out the car, playing fucking games. “Don’t go, Diesel. You don’t care about her Diesel. Don’t go.” I snatched out of his fake grasp. “You play too fucking much. That’s why I hated taking your ass everywhere with me.”
