"FUCK!" I said, as I slammed my back against the car seat. " they got it all." TJ asked, looking puzzled as to what's wrong. " every bit" Armani replies before dropping her head into her hands.
" what are we going to do now?" TJ asked.
" they had the clients, the product, SAY SOMETHING!!" Armani yelled.
" church or college" I repeated over and over remembering Miss Anita's request." what are you saying nig, now ain't the time for games" TJ replies, looking even more confused and slightly frustrated.
" can't slang at the church so college here we come" I replied, with a slick grin on my face.
" two birds with one stone" I called out before cranking up the car to pull away and leave. We headed to the bodega for a Bev and a nice hot baconeggandcheese."Yurrrr" I say to Ro the owner. Back when I was a Youngin, Rylo always kept me stacked with pies and Bevs. I was passing em around like cooties at the playground. " Mrs. fly guy" Rylo says before grabbing my normal request. " let's go." I yelled to them." OK we're coming." yells Armani.
" here" she says, handing me shit one by one and headed out of the store. I rang everything up and asked for the total. A little secret I never told anyone is that it's hard for me to read numbers, so coming here has always been a breeze. "9.37" Rylo says holding his hand out "A $10" will do. He assists. "Thank you Ro" I say, looking down at my feet. Anxiously I headed for the bodega door but before I could make it, *BOOM* the door flung open, knocking all my bev's out my arms." fuck lady." I say as she sees what she did. " shit I'm diamond and I'm so sorry" she replies, helping me grab a broken cups and some napkins." stay off the fucking phone and you wouldn't run into people." I snapped before looking at her for not even more than a glance, I stormed out, fuming from being wet, cold, and previously irritated. I handed off the bags to TJ and Mani(Armani) Hopped in and started the dash." what happened to you?" " where are the bev's?" All these questions were spiraling around in my brain. " how could she hit me?" " how could she not see me?" " she was beautiful though." the thoughts kept rushing to mind as I drove around it felt like hours searching for anything to do, anyone to see and maybe if I'm lucky I might get to see Miss Diamond.
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BEAUTY in the BRONX
RomanceBeauty in the Bronx is a story of romance and drama between a smarty-pants and a smart aleck. When Du'sse and Diamond are challenged to let go and try something new they might just realize they aren't as different as they think.
