Ramirah Shiloh Capri
"Nova... get the hell up! I'm about to go beat your old bitch ass," I yelled from the bathroom, slathering Vaseline on my face.
"Girl, what?" she mumbled, still half asleep. I rolled my eyes, lacing up my shoes.
"You heard me. This bitch got me fucked up, and you over here knocked out like nothing's happening," I said, watching her drag herself out of bed.
"What happened? I was asleep for like, thirty minutes," she asked, rubbing her eyes.
"Check her Instagram," I told her, turning back to my FaceTime with Nina.
"You ready?" I asked Nina, who was already tying her hair up.
"Bet. I'll be on the way in like five," I told her before hanging up.
"Ramirah, you're not about to go fight this girl," Nova said, standing in front of the door preventing me from leaving making me get annoyed.
"Move bro," I huffed, crossing my arms.
"Why you even mad at me? What I do to you?" she asked, giving me the side-eye.
Honestly, I didn't have time for this. I was supposed to be picking up Nina so we could handle this shit and be done. Fighting ain't really never been my thing, but Aniya was way outta line and I need to put her in her place.
This morning, I woke up to a bunch of tagged photos and stories. This girl had the audacity to post pics of her and Nova hugged up, talking crazy and sounding delusional like, "She know where home at," and some more wild stuff about how her pussy tastes...
Like, girl. I don't care where home is, she came to me homeless! And honestly, it ain't even about Nova. But don't be tagging me in no bullshit, talking out the side of your neck.
But it's cool, cause as soon as Nova moves her broccolini head ass out of my way, Ima be on my way.
"Nova, you pissing me off. You protecting your bitch or what?" I cocked my head to the side.
"Ramirah, grow up. You finna do some dumb shit over a girl I ain't even fucking with no more," she said, looking tired.
"I am grown, which is why I'm about to go slap her. This ain't even about you. The bitch talking crazy and I'm not with it," I replied, with my arms crossed.
"If you really wanna fight, wait for me," she said, sighing as she started to get dressed.
Her phone lit up on the bed, and Aniya's name flashed across the screen. I picked it up and answered with my face in the camera.
"Surprise, surprise. I was just about to be on my way to beat your ass," I said, smiling into the camera.
"Girl, please. You ain't beating nobody. Pull up, though. After you get embarrassed, I'll be laid up with Nova," Aniya spat, making me laugh.
Nova stepped out of the bathroom and snatched her phone from me.
"Aniya, you're delusional. Take all that bullshit down, delete it off your page and out your memory. Somebody needs to check you into a hospital or something, because that shit ain't cute. I'm good where I'm at, and you ain't my damn home, so stop telling folks that. Ain't nobody fighting a bitch that aint even got shit to lose." Nova went off, her voice calm but firm.
Aniya laughed on the other end, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I heard all that before. You'll be running back to me soon enough, just like last time and the time before that."
"Well not this time, sis. And the next time you speak on me or whatever I'm doing, I'm putting my hands on you,so consider this your first and final warning" I told her, hanging up and grabbing my stuff.
