You was made for me
Yeah but all you do is take from me
All you bring around is hate for me
I don't think you safe for me
I'm fucked up but you was made for me
- MajorNine
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Nicki Pov:
"I'll do you one better, I won't even be around long enough to do all that." Giselle told her mother. "Can we go now?" She asked. Probably going to make time for whoever the girl was that she's feeling now. The sickening feeling of giving a fuck tried to creep up on me, but I quickly dismissed it, that didn't concern me.
"Yeah, Richard out there now." Mama Tina told her. "Tell him I'll be out in a minute." G huffed loudly.
"You stay saying that, but then keep talking for hours." Just like the black mama she is.
"Ma, tell Mr. Richard I said hey." That was my dawg! I call and walk with him and mama Tina for hours almost every other week.
"You can go tell my man hey yourself, I be speaking to your man." She rolled her eyes playfully.
"That's very fake of you if you do." Giselle looked at her mama like she was crazy.
"Low key." Gucci agreed with his sister, "That's like me kicking it with Richard's ex-wife."
"Can you just come on? Before you go trying to be that nigga mama too." G let out pettily.
"I said I'm coming, take Nicki with you."
"Yes! Y'all practice walking on the way out there." Lauren clapped excitedly, determined to still get some more practice out of us.
"Just come on." Lo better be lucky I loved her because why would she put me through this?
Giselle led the way down the hallway quietly. I don't know what they expected us to talk about. It hurt my feelings that G didn't care to talk to me at all. I have never been on this end of the stick. Not meaning anything to her. "Y'all have to link arms!" Lo called behind us once we were halfway to the door.
"You're really not going to talk to me like you didn't break my heart?" She was still selfish, I see.
"You broke mine too." G shrugged. "That's what you want to talk about?" She stopped at the door, looking at me.
"No." A little, but now wasn't the time, my best friend was getting married tomorrow.
"Ok, so what do you want to talk about?" Anything that'll make this less weird.
"Nothing, never mind, I guess." I dismissed the conversation, trying to walk past her and out the door, feeling stupid for saying anything in the first place.
"Don't do that, you know I hate shit." Giselle blocked the exit. "Say what you need to say." Whew Chile, ok.
"I'm not saying you have to talk to me like we're childhood friends, but you could at least acknowledge my presence." How could she still be that upset after all these years?
