anonymous ? multi

| january 8 2020
gazzy's house
4:20 pm|

the group agreed to meet up at gazzy's a day after the anon suggested it, and even though they were doing so to be shady — exposing the fact that jahseh was living with him knowing that omar would have a problem with it, and throwing shade at jahseh in the process —, it was possibly the best meeting spot they could have, since gazzy's parents were pretty hands-off and wouldn't question why there were 14 high school students out on the patio shouting obscenities at each other.

jahseh and gazzy were currently setting up the patio before the guests arrived. gazzy had made good on his promise and baked a batch of cookies for his peers, the plate of fresh macadamia nut cookies sitting in the middle of the woven garden table that sat in between the stainless steel couches with floral printed cushions.

"you gotta help me get rid of jordan, please, i'm desperate," jahseh spoke up irritation clearly present in the boy's tone, "i'm so tired of him."

"kill him?" gazzy perked up, an involuntary smile plastered on his face.

"what? no that's not what i–"

"if i were to kill him i'd have to do it in a way that's quick and not too messy. guns and knives are out of the question, the cleanup is too much and it's such a hassle to get rid of the dna. i could poison him because it doesn't leave much of a mess, but that'll take too long and he might recover. i could also snap his brittle ass neck, but he'll –"

"GAZZY." jahseh cut in, causing the rambling boy to regain his composure. "i don't want to kill him. how the fuck do you know this shit anyway?"

gazzy shrugged his shoulders. "ion know, i be watching them crime shows a lot."

jahseh was more than just a little freaked out, but he decided to just change the subject and not dwell on it for much longer. "moving on... these some good ass cookies. you ain't tell me you could bake like that."

gazzy beamed at the compliment, "thanks! i be watching cooking shows a lot too. i just be watching shit while i'm bored and picking up knowledge."

jahseh went for a second cookie while gazzy continued to talk about his love for baking.

"i shoulda made more, i already know omar big bertha built ass finna inhale these hoes right away. i lowkey shoulda poisoned them or sumn. hate his big back ass," he grunted, once again unnerving jahseh.

"um, okay," jahseh shared the anti-omar sentiments as much as anyone else, after all, omar is the one who exposed him and set off this chain of events, but he was confused as to why gazzy of all people seemed to hate him more than he did. ain't that his boyfriend?

"why do you even go with omar if you hate him so bad?" jahseh asked, "i mean ion like his box fan built ass either but it make no sense to me. why not break up?"

"that's a good ass question," gazzy mumbled in between bites of the dessert, "ion know, i ain't always hate his ugly ass as much as i do now. at one point i used to like him and we used to do allat cute couple shit like give each other flowers and go out on dates and one day i just woke up next to him and i was like 'wow. i cannot stand this ugly ass nigga, like at all'. so i started distancing myself."

"okay but....like i said, why not break up?"

"it's complicated," the younger of the two sighed. "i would rather be taken by somebody i don't really like than to be alone. it ain't like i can get anybody else so i'm stuck with gordo until i find somebody better to take his place."

jahseh was somehow even more confused than he was before he asked the question. "no offense but that's some of the dumbest shit i ever heard." his voice was monotone and blunt.