𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟏𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟗
𝐋𝐨𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐂𝐀
"I been out here my whole life, my heels done clicked around this whole block baby." Tawanda started before taking a pull from her cigarette. "So believe me when I say—you won't get nowhere without giving up that lil coochie."
"Well it seems like I've gotten farther in 2 months than you have your whole life on this block." A naive Danielle retorted.
"This only the beginning sweetie pie, I had that same mentality as you, I was as pretty as you before too, I got these marks, cuts, and craters on my face because of all I've went through on Figueroa alone, you'll learn—real quick." She argued.
"I hear you Wanda, I do, but I got my own way of doing this shit, a nigga wouldn't dare place a hand on me that he didn't pay for, I can promise you that." Danielle mugged her.
Tawanda usually solicited the block with Danielle. They always had conversations like the previous one and Danielle hated the repetition. So she finally cracked, she disrespected Wanda. She disrespected the woman she had the most respect for in the game.
"Okay lovely." Tawanda shook her head.
"Look I'm sorry for saying what I said but I'm sick of you telling me shit like that, I'm the one in control, not a man, I got this shit Wanda, and I will never let a man take something of mine that I don't wanna give up." Danielle expressed.
"It's cool, I'll get off your back, I just see so much of myself in you and I want you to elevate, get off of this block before you hit 20, the way you going gon' keep you there." She explained.
"I promise, I'm in control." Danielle shook her head.
"Okay Mrs.Knowitall." Wanda laughed before dropping her cigarette and stepping on it with her red pumps.
"Yes ma'am." Danielle chuckled.
"Come here baby." A light-skinned bald guy yelled with a smirk on his face.
"You talking to me or lil mama?" Tawanda joked while turning her head.
"Girl y'know who I'm talking to, don't be acting brand new 'cause you got some new pumps." He laughed with his tongue out, displaying the white film that was sitting on it.
"Last time I checked you don't fuck with bitches like me no more, Mr.marriedman." Wanda flirted.
"I'm still a nigga at the end of the day baby, what can I say?" He shrugged with a chuckle then added. "I'ma always come back for you."
"Mhm, whatever." She rolled her eyes.
The guy stuck a blunt out of the window then asked. "Y'all wanna smoke?"
"You wanna come with?" Wanda asked.
"Hell nah, I don't know him." Danielle rolled her eyes at the guy.
"I hate a bitch who act like her shit don't stink." The guy retorted while mugging her deeply.
"And I hate a nigga who ride around fig all day knowing he got a wife at home!" Danielle yelled and continued. "I hate a nigga who spend all his money on pussy, and I especially hate a nigga who only think with his dick."
