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𝘛𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘑𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴
𝘋𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴, 𝘛𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘴

"These bitches be so dumb like. I don't understand where their brain cells be at. Bitch, I was supposed to have on all black in my shoot, where the fuck you get yellow?"

I sat here on the phone with Sekani telling him about this bullshit ass outfit designer.

"Be fr with me right now. You yelling about an outfit Tasha?"

"You don't understand apparently cause you're not a model."

"You just taking it too seriously. Grow a pair."

"Boy i'm not no yellow ass bitch. Who tf wears yellow?"

"You still about to look good in it so shut up."

I rolled my eyes. "Alright. I'm here."

"Alright. Call me when you get home."

I hung up.

I walked inside with my bag.

"Hey Tashara, sorry again for the outfit change so late. I know it's a bit frustrating."

A bit????

"No, It's fine." I sat down to get my hair and makeup done.

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"See them pictures came out looking good. You did all that for nothing." Sekani said as we sat on my couch eating.

"Yea they did come out cute." I swiped showing him. I picked three to post.

 I picked three to post

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𝘛𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢

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𝘛𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢.𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪: 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵..

"What we about to do Sekaniii?" I threw my body onto his.

Me and Sekani got closer and I'm a little more comfortable around him. He's actually really nice and good company.

"Tashara get off me." He laughed putting his phone camera in my face.

"D-O-O-K-I-E. Dookie hoes can't fuck with me." I said as he recorded me.

We both started laughing after.

"You're beautiful. Your smile is perfect." He complimented me. I covered my face as I smiled.

He pulled my hands down. "You ain't got to cover your face ma."

Come on nowwwww.

"You flirting with me Sekani?" I raised my eyebrow. He chuckled. "I guess so."

"What's your full name?" I asked. "What's your social security number?" He responded.

"Uhm, excuse me?"

"You heard me. I can help you make some money." I started laughing. "You not about to get me like you be getting all those other folks."

"You hilarious." He said.

"Boy I know you scam. You ain't get all your money from working a 9-5." He started laughing while shaking my head.

"You a federal ass lil girl. But my name Sekani Marquan Smith. What's yours?"

"Tashara Amani Jones."

"You got a proper ass name."

"Nobody ever told me that before. That's new. I like your name. Sekani. Sekani, Sekani, Sekani."

"Alright now chill out. You finna wear my shit out already."

"Boy shut the fuck up." I playfully pushed his head. "You ever had a girlfriend before?"

"Nah. I never gave a female my time."

I nodded slowly. "So you a mom's boy?"

"I wouldn't say that but yea I love my mama." "You got any siblings?"

"No, do you?"

"Nah, but I got E and Rob."

"Well I only hand Hayleigh. That's my homegirl. Speaking of my homegirl, lemme text her."

I texted her saying hey cause we haven't spoke all day.

This bitch started facetiming me.

I answered, still laying on Sekani's lap.

"Hey girli- wait. Bitch who lap is that? Hold the fuck onnnn!!! Bitch what!" Her dramatic ass.

I started laughing. "Hey girl wyd?"

"Wondering who lap you laying on. Bestie this why we haven't been talking you got a mannn?"

"No, we just friends."

"Ouu is it Rob??? I knew it would happen!"

"No, It's not Rob. He's not attractive to me."

"So who..? You know what lemme hang up have fun guys. I love you!"

"I love you too." I hung up.

"So she would think Rob before Sekani? I am baffled." He clutched his imaginary pearls. I started laughing at him.

He started rubbing his hands through my hair.

We sat in a comfortable silence watching the tv. Bad boys!!

"That Jonathan nigga crazy. He whooping that nigga ass with that chair."

...

"Awhh that bitch ass nigga calling the police? Awhhh he a bitch."

He's literally the worst person to watch tv with.

"Damn his arm leaking. Bitch gone need stitches. Why his nigga ain't shoot? I would've shot that nigga."

"Shut the fuck up." I said while laughing.

"My fault." He continued rubbing through my wig.

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