santeo (hood bf ♿️ 🥷🏾)

You and Santeo been friends since middle school and yall two were inseparable. When yall got to high school, Santeo became very distant, got in trouble a lot and he eventually dropped out. You were worried abt him so you always called and checked up on him. You were unaware abt him gangbanging, doing gun violence, and stealing. You didn’t find out until a year later in yalls senior year. He continued doing this until you graduated from college, you begged him to stop every time, but he always replied with, “mama youn (you don’t) even gotta worry abt me fr, i’m good these niggas ain’t gon try me cs (cause) they know wsp.”

2 years later you’re 22 and he’s 21. You got a phone call from one of ya homegirls saying that Santeo got jumped and was shot in the hand. You hadn’t heard from him in about a week and it didn’t really surprise you that this happened, you drove to the hospital crying every time, often visited and brought him different things like flowers, and teddy bears. He ain’t like when you brought him stuff like that, it made he feel soft but deep down he loved it. “man stop bringing me shit like this, i ain’t even sweet like that fr.”

You were at home chilling in your apartment with your pajamas on, you heard somebody unlock your door and came into your house, you ain’t know who it was and got scared. Santeo walked through your door and looked around the house before coming to your room door and opening it. You quickly pushed him down onto the bed and put a gun to his head, you were confused on who it was and how they got in your house. Santeo grabbed you and threw you on the bed, catching you off guard. He puts his hands up. “chill ma, this how you gon welcome me home huh?” He looked you up and down, his eyes locking on your ass in your ethikas as he looked back up at you.* “you still lookin good hm ma? lemme show you how much i missed you.”