The only thing that innocent loner Janae Patterson was ever good at was art and soccer. But her talent got her all the way to Louisiana State University on a full scholarship. Freshman year proved much more difficult than expected but she also fin...
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Back in the present...
"She's going through some things, so I invited her to tag along." KC shrugged sliding on her Chanel shades before rolling up the window blocking out the noise of the airport. She rested her head back against the seat headrest.
"I don't know why. You know I don't like that girl for good reason." Omee... better known as Atlanta artist, Omerretta the Great, and KC's best friend was sitting outside Baton Rouge Airport in the back of a blacked out escalade waiting for KC's other friend, Diamonte, to arrive from LA. "Fake as hell."
Omee and Di knew each other through the industry and mutuals. Both were rappers. But they really didn't care for each other. But they were both actually KC's true friends which was rare. So they put up with each other. Barely.
"Be nice please."
Omee sucked her teeth and mumbled. "Yea ok. I know she goin' through it. People finally figured out the bitch can't rap and she fake as hell, and now her career's tanking. Industry plant."
KC sighed as Diamonte finally appeared through the terminal doors. Dark Gucci glasses with the rolling suitcase to match. There was no use trying to smooth things over. Omee considered Diamonte's ex (another Atlanta rapper who shall not be named) like family. KC thought her own relationship was toxic. But it was an entire love letter compared to Diamonte and her dude. Needless to say things didn't end well. Not after the cheating scandal, an elevator fight, and a gifted Bentley sunk to the bottom of the Potomac River. Avoid. Avoid. Avoid. That was the objective for this weekend.
"Hey Di!" KC got out and hugged her other friend.
"Hey girl!" Diamonte hugged KC back. Her smile faded as soon as she saw Omee. She looked over her sunglasses screwing up her mouth. "Omee."
"Bitch." Omee said under her breath and screwed her face right back.
"Nice." Diamanté looked back at KC. "Girl. I thought you said this was supposed to be a fun girls weekend with a classified side mission. I brought my Bond girl fit and everything. No one told me we was picking up strays. I'da brought a change of old clothes."
"I'll give you a fuckin' stray hoe!" Omee moved to climb out the car, fists first, but KC stepped between them.
"Nope!" KC placed her hands up at both of them. "Y'all are here for me. To support me. Period P."
"Yea ok. But tell that bougie bitch to keep her mouth shut!"
"Huh!?! Tell that..." Diamonte started but then stopped when she saw KC's face. She sucked her teeth and climbed into the SUV. "Yea ok. So what is the mission girl? Why are we down here in this hot ass swamp?"
KC filled them in on the pile of drama that just got dropped into her lap.
"He has a whole entire teenage daughter no one knew about?? Not even you?" Omee shook her head. "Niggas are definitely trifling."
