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i can't believe i've written 50 chapters of this

NOBODY

"Bitch I just sprinted down ten fucking flights of stairs with a torn knee ligament. Do I sound fucking okay to you??"

Halfway down her journey of going downstairs she called Sydney to ask her to tell their coach, to call her doctor and tell her she'll be late. Mariah was out of breath by the time she reached the street level garage, and she could feel her knee start to swell.

A couple cars down, the males heard her voice and looked at each other to see if they heard the same one. Nobody stood over there, at least they couldn't see. Mariah had bent down to try and catch her breath, which she knew didn't work but at the time she could care less.

Terry- Mari?

Her eyes widened when Terry called out her name. If Terry was there, literally anyone else could be in here, she thought.

Mariah- Oh, fuck me.

She told Sydney, bringing the phone to her other ear. The girl on the other line heard Terry and started cracking up.

Sydney- You're so screwed. I can't wait to hear how this turns out.

All eyes were now focused on the corner where they heard her voice before she popped up.

Mariah- Go down to Charlotte, he said. Nothing bad will happen, he promised. Yeah, I'm never listening to a word that nigga says again. This is the WORST thing that could happen.

She whisper yelled into the phone as Sydney did nothing but crack up. All eyes were on Mariah as she began to make her way towards her car. Melo felt all that rage slowly grow while just watching.

Sydney- Oh, this is the highlight of my day.

Mariah- The fuck you bitch niggas looking at?

She asked, giving Miles, Pj, and LaMelo the dirty look she possibly could. Mari didn't have anything against the others, it was just those three that specifically annoyed her.

When she said that you could feel the atmosphere in garage change. Tensions quickly rose and Kelly couldn't help but let out a wheeze.

Pj- Who are you calling a bitch? Didn't you run away from your problems??

Ouch, that totally hurt, Mari thought. It'd take a lot more than that to hurt her feelings.

Mariah- Didn't Brittany divorce you like two weeks after she had your kid?? Don't you gotta pay like two hundred thousand in child support every month?

Pj went silent, not knowing how to respond, which made Mariah smirk. One down, two more to go.

Miles- Why are you being such a bitch? We ain't even do nothing to you.

Pj- On God. We've been nothing but nice to you, and then you block us on Instagram. Now you're attacking us for the littlest thing.

MARIAH

Do nothing? Were they high? Did they lose their minds? I can't believe my ears. Yeah must've lost a few marbles. Cause I swear both of them were in my DM's on some dickriding shit.

Sydney- Oh my, I can't breathe.

Glad to know this situation is funny to you Sydney, and she wonders why we don't hang out anymore. Cause she thinks everything is funny. Her and Briana would get along great.

Mariah- Shut the fuck up Miles. I swear I saw something about you cheating on Mychelle. No wonder you're so close with LaBitch. Y'all both got community dick.

Was I being a bit extra? Absolutely. But I'm at the point where I don't care anymore. I literally have nothing to lose.

Okay maybe my dignity, sanity..and will to live but that's just about it.

NOBODY

Mari watched as Miles opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it. Yeaaa. That's what I thought nigga. Stay quiet, she thought. She was on a roll. Anyone could get it.

Mariah- You got something to say too? Or are you gonna stay silent like a good little bitch?

She asked, turning her head towards LaMelo, who looked as angry as could be. You could tell Mariah was pissing him off because his face was starting to turn red. (hehe turning red)

Melo- You got five seconds to walk away Mari.

Every breath he took in got heavier. He knew he was bound to lose his temper any time soon. He had weeks of rage just piling up, and it wasn't healthy at all.

Mariah- Or what? You're gonna smack me nigga? Last I checked, you aren't Will Smith. Trust me, you're not that guy pal.

There's no way Melo was dumb enough to hit her in front of his teammates. So she thought.

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