MADGYAL

Chapter 17: BAD B%TCH

"She a bad b don't ask her why she walk like that she a bad bitch don't ask her why she talk like that!"- no cap catpiss.

Vanessa
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"Millie?????

"Millieeeee!!!!!!!!

"Millie pleaseeeeeeeeeee!"

I can't help ease dropping. I stuck my head out the balcony looking down at the short brown girl looking absolutely fucked up like she haven't slept all night crying at millie's front door. She was crying so hard I thought somebody died. I stood there watching the curtain shiff over by his house and knew he was inside. So when the girl turned around getting ready to get into the car waiting for her I called her.

"Pssst!" I yelled and she glanced up at me. I pointed at the house silently.

"Him in deh! Him in deh!" I whisper yelled pointing at the house. She glanced at me then looked back at the house and begun to cry.

"Millieeee!!! Baby please!!!" She sobbed. Why the dutty bwoy nuh open the door come talk to him gyal! I closed my balcony laughing to my self. Me couldn't fall in love with such a man. when I saw him pull the front door open I walked back to the balcony.

"STACEY ME TELL YUH SEH ME NUH WANT IT NO MORE!!! Gwaan home wah you a pop up ya fa and a cause shame and disgrace fi mi people dem hear!-

"But you lock up inna the house and nahh answer me if the girl up there never tell me seh you deh ya me wouldn't know!" She yelled.

Dis big loose pussy stinking gyal! I was shocked I gasped and ducked when Millie glanced up at my balcony shaking his head from side to side. Me mean me don't care what he has to say but she never affi say dat.
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Things always come back around and bite me in the ass. I stood in the kitchen getting ready to prepare mrs and mr. Emerson's tea when I realized there was no honey nor sugar. I walked around the entire house asking who had sugar and nobody did. Here I was hopping the bob wire with a small bag in my hand going over to the big White House.

Ever since I came back him been avoiding me. The only time we were near each other was my first day here. I was just glad he hadn't brought up the incident on Instagram I'm so happy he didn't see it.

It's expected he didn't use his phone a lot. Atleast from what I see when he's around his grandma and grandpa. When I made it to the door I stared at the fancy designs and the and the glass in the center that made me stare at my reflection. Im such a bad bitch. I'd fuck me. I knocked about 4 times before the door opened and he stood there in only a pair of shorts and socks on his feet and shirtless with a bowl of what looked like cereal in his hand. Body covered in tattoos eyes high as a kite.

He stared down at me with irritation and I glared up at his as I brought the bag from behind my back.

"Wah yuh want? He asked curiously.

"Um... no suga-

"Suh yuh wah sugar alright" he cut me off rudely.

"Stay out deso eno nuh come in ya" he mumbled holding his hand out.

"Me never wengo come in there anyways-

He slammed the door so loud in my face cutting me off and clicking the door nob locked so I could hear it. I clutched my first. Oooh I cannot STAND! his dirty ass oh my god me hate ih bwoy me hate ih bwoy me eighttttt EIGHT IH BWOY!

A couple minutes later he came back to the door with a bag full of sugar handing it to me.

"You see how you just slam the door inna mi face bwoy don't ever do it again or else" I pointed my hands to his chest backing him up. He looked down at me with a smirk on his face.