CHAPTER 7. TA'JEAH

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I was so mad at that nigga. He got everyone thinking I'm a hoe. I gotta strange call that night from Marcus baby momma. I sat in my apartment with the door locked and the curtains closed. I didn't want anything to do with the outside world.  It was going on 10pm when someone came knocking on my door. "Who is it?" I yelled from my chair. 

"Its me! Open the door." I hopped up and opened the door. It was my best friend Ta'jeah. Me and her met in middle school. We been cool ever since. Some people would say we can pass for twins or sisters. "Wassup B? Why you in the damn dark and not picking up the phone?" "I just wanted to get away. I been going through some things." I plopped back down in the chair. "I heard everyone talking. So is it true?" Ta'jeah asked. "No its not true! 

He got me looking like a damn hoe out here and I'm not. At least not with him." We both laughed. Ta'jeah sat on the couch and blew her breath hard. "Girl we all got a lil hoe in us. I don't know what to say but I can get your mind off of it." I raised a eyebrow at her. She smiled. "What are you thinking of doing Tae?" Ta'jeah pulled a quarter of weed out her purse and tossed it at me. "Girl we about to go out. My friend having a party and its gone be dope. But first lets get high too get you out this little stank mood of yours."
"I don't wanna be around a bunch of people." I pleaded .
"I don't care Trina. We are going now end of story. I'm going to go find you something cute to put on." I slotched in my chair.
"Get in the shower! You smell like tears and chili cheese fries! And roll the damn weed up now!" 

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