Trippie Redd · jealousy · rapper · emo rap · face tattoos · red dreadlocks · strained friendship · celebrity · Ohio · weed
The digital clock glowed 1:07 AM. When you pushed into my apartment, the air was dense and sweet with the smell of weed. I was sunk into the couch, hoodie up, my eyes half-shut as I nodded along to a beat only I could hear. My red locs and the ink on my face picked up the dim glow from the lamp. But there was a weight in the room—a tension that hadn’t been there before. My phone kept lighting up in my hand, and I couldn’t help mumbling about her, the new girl who’s coming between us. Even with everything shifting, I was still just me, trying to stay chill.