A privileged young woman from the Upper East Side falls for a charming drug dealer from the South Bronx. Despite their different background stories they still fall inlove. They start to face challenges from their families and society, can their love...
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I was on my fifth errand of the dayyyyyyy. Ts was lit. All eyes was on me today. I was posting on instagram and ya'll know Malik was the first to view and reply. I mean I look good, I'd be pretty upset too.
It was going on 2 o'clock so I did want to go home and do my nails. My last errand was going to the gas station to wrap it on up. I pulled up to the gas pump and got out.
"Damnnnnnn" "Ayeee shawty!" "Yoo" "She pretty"
I could hear people saying as I walked into the store.
*ding*
The bell rung as I opened the door. I could feel everybody's eyes on me as I made my way to the candy aisle. I grabbed air heads, snickers, and watermelon sour path kids. I made my way to the chips and could feel someone staring at me. I looked up to see Malik standing by the door. I froze.
"Wtf." I thought to myself. He was staring me downnnn. He looked pissed. But I should be the only one who's pissed. I scoffed and looked away continuing my gas station shopping.
I finished up by grabbing hot cheetos and a pinapple fanta. I took all my snacks and walked to the front. Malik was still standing in the same position from when I seen him.
"Excuse me." I said moving past him to get to the cash register. He chuckled and moved out of the way.
*ding*
I looked to the right to see Malik walking to his car. I rolled my eyes and paid for my stuff. I thanked the cashier and walked out the door.
*ding*
I heard the bell ring as I walked out the store. I walked to my car and as soon as I got there I remembered that I forgot to put gas in my car.
"Shit." I said to myself. I unlocked my car door and put the snacks in the passenger seat. I closed my door and looked at the pump number.
"Pump ... 2. Ok." I said to myself as I walked back to the store. I went in and brought my gas. I thanked the man again and made my way out the store. I looked both ways before crossing the street and walked to my car.
I went to go pump my gas but as I turned around I felt something grab my throat.
"What th-" I was cut off by Malik talking.
"You must don't love yo life Ariya." He said aggressively. Idk daddy do I love my life 😜????
"Move Malik." I said trying to move his hand from my throat. He just tightened it and pulled my face closer to his.
"Youn love yo life?" He asked staring dead in my eyes.
"I do. So watch out." I said with an attitude.
"Allat blocking shit cute. Getting yo hair done onna nigga. Yea dats real cute. I got sum for dat though." He said smirking letting my neck go. I looked at him with a confused look but before I could say anything he spoke first.
"Nah don't act confused now. You already know what it is." He said as he started walking off. I just rolled my eyes and continued to pump my gas.
Before he got in his car he yelled out to me. I looked up in shock because .. wtf are you doing????
"Keep that same energy mama." He loudly said grinning. I just laughed and pumped my gas because you not gon do me shit.
After pumping my gas I got into my car and grabbed a airhead out of the gas station bag. I opened it and began to eat it. I scrolled through my instagram for a minute before starting my car and making my way to my apartment.
𝟭𝟮 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿...
I unlocked my apartment door and walked in. I set my keys on the table and immediately went to my nail room. I wanted to start my nails because I seen this cute set on instagram I wanted to do.
"Oh shit." I said to myself getting out of my seat walking to the laundry room. I took the stuff out of the washer machine and put them in the dryer. I grabbed my basket of dirty clothes and threw those in the washer aswell. I walked back out of there and went back to my nail room.
"Ok lemme get starteddddd." I said to myself as I pulled out all my supplies. I put my phone on DND and started my playlist. Doing nails was my escape from reality. It kept me busy and made me happy. Made me a lotta cash too. And I loved it. I also loved the support I got from my clients, it kept me pushing and striving.
I hummed to the song and started cleaning/prepping my nails. I started to get in my groove and started to do what it do.
1 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 ...
"Oh my goshhhhhhh. These are so cuteee." I said to myself as I analyzed my nails. I loved to practice on myself when I didn't have any clients. It helped me improve on what I loved to do. I took some pictures for my instagram and posted them before going to text Jas.
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@nailedby.ariyaaaa : freestyle on myself 😍😍, DM TO BOOK! ❤️✉️
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*𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙*
I turned my phone off and cleaned up my area. After I was finished cleaning my nail room I walked out of there and walked into the laundry room. I took the stuff out of the dryer and placed them onto the top of the dryer. I took the stuff from the washer and put them in the dryer. I picked up the covers and stuff from the top of the dryer and walked to my room.
𝟭𝟮 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 ...
"Goddamn." I said out of breath. I just finished putting my bed sheets, covers, and everything else in the bed. Ts is tiring asf.
I grabbed my phone off the dresser and called Jas.
"Hey bitchhh." She said as soon as the phone answered.
"What you up to bestie westieee?" I asked her.
"Nothing. Bored at Derrick house of course." She said back sounding damn near sleep.
"I'm finna come get you. Let's go to the mall. Everything on me." I said walking into the bathroom.
"Bet." She said back.
"I'll be there in like 17 minutes." I said looking in the mirror checking my outfit.
