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"Slimmmm, who come to a pool party and do work?" Dior laughed.
"Matter fact, who take classes in the summer?" Red added.
Slim looked up from her phone, "I just need to do my conclusion for this essay.. and I'm taking these classes so ion have so many during the year and I can maybe finish a lil earlier."
"You been a nerd since high school." Red teased.
"Mhm, and who used to help wit all y'all work?.."
"Lick on my clit, make this pussy cream.. do this mufucka how you do them Russian Creams."
Slim stood up and smiled once she finished her essay.
"Hollonnn, smokin' on this pack you know this pussy fat." She rapped.
"All over his breath like pussy flavored gummm,"
She bent over and twerked on Dior.
"Allat ass!" Someone called out.
"Nah for real all this ass, you not so slim anymore!" Dior said as she smacked her ass.
"You so gay," Slim laughed, standing up. "I'm finna get a drink, y'all want anything?"
"I'm good." Dior said as Red shook his head.
"Good, I wasn't bringing nun anyways." She mumbled.
The truth was, she had just seen Cash over there and wanted to move closer.
She didn't know why, but rude niggas kind of turned her on.. specifically rude niggas that looked like Cash.
She didn't know if it was his tattoos or the locs .. whatever it was, he was just fine.
After grabbing a Jell-O shot that Dior had made for the kickback, she saw that he was already looking.
"Hey." She waved. "I didn't know you knew Red and Dior like that. I don't be seeing you 'round."
Which was true, Dior and Red only invited certain people over, so Slim knew everyone.
"I try to be out the way," He told her.
Slim nodded as she downed the shot.
"Them shits strong," Cash said eyeing her.
"Mhm, I gave D this recipe."
"I knew you was a lil feen..." he mumbled, but she heard.
Slim scrunched up her face, "What does that mean? And I'm not a feen."
"I just seen the weed and shit by yo house." He shrugged.
"Mmm," She sounded, "You fine as fuck."
Cash chuckled at her bluntness, "Thank you, ma. You is too."
"Okay.. well imma go back with Red nem." She said seeing that they had started the hookah.
"Ight lil feen."
Slim rolled her eyes as she walked back over to her friends.
"That ass fat." He mumbled, but she heard.
"Mhmmm." Dior smirked as she set up an area for Slim to smoke.
"Bitch mind yours." Slim smirked back.
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1 am
"Thank you so much, Slim.. he just been crying all day and I don't know what's wrong at this point."
Slim smiled as she held the newborn that she'd delivered a few weeks ago.
"No problem, Resha. This my lil baby too."
"So what's wrong?" Resha asked.
"He's just gassy, so you should give him this to break up the wind. You can buy more at the Walgreens too." Slim told her.
"Thank you, I really didn't want to have to take him in. You know Rodney not helping me pay for shit, and I already got RJ."
"I know, Resha.. but have you tried signing them up for state insurance?"
Resha nodded, "They saying it's a waitlist as of now. I'm hustling to get him the appointments he need wit the doctor, but anything else I can't afford."
Slim nodded as she went in her purse for the money her dad have given her earlier that week. She hadn't touched it because she didn't really need it.
"I really appreciate you, Slim! Imma pay you back when my EBT hit.." Resha smiled.
"Ouu girl, actually don't pay me back in cash. Just let me use the card for a few things." Slim smiled.
"Of course, girl."
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Cash
"Good morning you two, I'm Doctor Casey and we'll be discussing the paternity of Cash'Amore!"
Cash shook his head as he heard the baby's name, a mix of Cash and Ja'More.
If she was his, it was gonna be changed, immediately.
"Mr. Richardson, you are not the father." Dr. Casey read off.
The girl honestly didn't even looked shocked as she began to gather the baby's things.
Cash scoffed as he thought about the stress that he was put through about taking care of the child. The girl was even being difficult about when they could get the results.
But Cash's mom had instructed him to get a test before putting all his money and emotions into the child, especially when the mother was promiscuous.
"Preciate it, my nigga." Cash said, dapping the doctor up.
"Fasho," Dr. Casey nodded as Cash headed out the room.
As Cash got into his car, he got a call from his realtor.
"Hey buddy, how are ya?"
"I'm straight, Jim. What's up?"
"The townhomes are finished and ready for you to walk through, when are you available?"
"This afternoon works."
"Alrighty, see ya brother!"
Cash smiled, he was going to be making more money soon and he didn't have to spend it on no one's child.
