Tatiyanna's Truth

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Okay y'all I'm posting this because my bday is in 2 hours and I been smoking and sipping like Jaylen 😂😂 lmao. I'm probably gonna change the Title. This is just what I had it saved as to write 🥴

⚠️ Don't read this if you haven't read Lover Boy yet! It's a spin off, and you won't understand what's going on if you don't ⚠️ -Love Miss Author Lady

"From the top!"

Dance for you by Beyoncé started over again.

Coach Tee was tough.... but this college shit ain't no game. Coach Baller lives true to her name in every way. That's why I wanted to go to this school. She's never lost a championship. Honestly I was honored that she saw me perform and selected me for the team. I was a little rough around the edges in high school but she told me if I spent all summer in her summer majorette boot camp 'Baller's Club' then I should be good enough to keep.. and now I am.

The sun was beating down our backs in the hot Summer heat. The few of us who did boot camp  didn't even get a break before we started practicing for games and events.

It comes much easier to me now but it's still hard. I still get out of breath, depending on how hot it is I be drowning in sweat, I fucked up my knee a little during boot camp and she insists on me wearing a brace for every practice and performance.

We hit our final poses at the end of the song. Coach Baller clap for us which gave us permission to slump over and pant and get water like we all wanted to.

I went over to the bench and grabbed a towel to wipe away some sweat. As I did I scanned my teammates. I love switching over to college. I'm finally surrounded by thick bitches like me. In high school I was so self conscious on a team full of skinny hoes who could effortlessly do all kinds of splits and flips and always took the chance to show it off.

While we were all pulling ourselves together India was standing near the bleachers looking more then comfortable, barely any sweat, almost floating compared to the rest of us. It really aggravates me that she's so... flawless.

She has her flawless grades, and her flawless dance moves... and her flawless girlfriend. Yasmine.

I miss Yas. We grew up together. We were always so cool... until the drama from last year.

Yas took my virginity.

I thought it was going to turn into something special. Some Usher and Alicia Keys, My Boo type shit... only problem is, she wanted India... and I couldn't compete.

We're nothing alike. India is usually more of the quiet kinda uppity type. I like to be loud, make jokes, turn up. India's slim thick, I'm just straight up thick. India has that pretty sun kissed dark skin. Don't get me wrong I know I'm a gorgeous thick light skin bombshell... I'm just not what Yasmine wants.

But fuck what Yasmine wants. Ever since I started attending school here I've had way more to worry about then Yasmine.

After practice I grabbed my stuff and went back to my dorm.

Before I could even open the door I could hear my roommate Alesha blasting her shit, that don't bother me though. She hood like me and thank god. Cause I ain't want to room with no snobby spoiled bitch. But we are definitely here for different reasons, this bitch like to party. If it's an event, a kickback, a party, she's there.

"Heyyy Bitch!"  She said as soon as I came in. She had her wig peeled back smoothing her cap down for her bald cap method. I knew right then and there she going out tonight.