𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐖
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"On god stop playing wimmie before I come punch them stripes off yo shirt" Osama said over the phone.
I rolled my eyes looked at a customer walking in.
"Welcome to Footlocker" I smiled.
"Zaire stop tryna argue" I muted the phone seeing Zane approaching.
"Sainttt" He dragged hugging me. I smiled hugging him back.
"Who you onna phone with?" He asked looking down at my phone.
"Osama" I mumbled seeing Amya walking in with some of her friends.
"The Osama who beat bitches with no problem?" Zane jerked his head back.
I laughed "Yea"
"Baby hell nah, and didn't he beat her ass" He pointed at Amya who was staring at me.
"Why you pointing?" She walked over as I took the phone off mute.
"You looked familiar" Zane tapped his chin.
I smiled turning my bluetooth off so she could hear Osama over the phone.
"What time you get off bae?"
She looked down at my phone then up at me "What?" I tilted my head.
"That's my nigga?" She pointed at the phone.
"Who is your nigga?" Zane slapped her hand away. I reconnected my airpods and walked off to the back.
"You heard me dumb ass?" He asked loudly.
"I get off in 10 minutes" I said grabbing my shoes and walking back to the front.
"Ight i'll be there" He hung the phone up. I slid it in my back pocket watching as Zane threw pens at Amya head.
"Y'all unprofessional" She slapped Zane hand down.
"Unt un chill out you came over here starting" I mugged her.
"And did" Zane co-signed.
"What's the moves today?" He asked me as Amya walked away.
"You tell me" I said adjusting my scarf.
I need my hair done.
