~Najah~
(Was I mad hell yeah I was fucking pissed. I grabbed Sye and slammed her ass into the wall. I told her to stay the fuck away from her.)
Najah:I told you to stay the fuck away from her! *I punched her*
(I was going in on her wailing like crazy. Don't fucking piss me off!)
~Amina~
(I sat there watching smiling to myself. But umm Sye was getting her ass beat. That ain't none of my business though.)
~Sye~
(She thought her weak ass punches were hurting me. That's a laugh. After she finished beating me up I stood up and smirked directly in her red ass face and shoved her ass through the wall. Literally through the wall. I punched gather shit outta her and knocked her the fuck out. I grabbed my shit and left.)
~Amina~
(I know it's wrong to laugh but Najah got knocked the fuck out. Ha bitch that'll teach the player to catch some damn feelings. And the funny thing is both of them caught feelings. Ha I'm good.)
***A week later***
~Najah~
(I was still mad at Amina and Sye but more at Sye. How you supposed to be my best friend but you gone try to fuck my girl and I fucking told her ass to stay away from what's mine I should've known you can't trust no damn body out in this world. So for awhile I hadn't been fucking with no one but Amina but fuck that shit she wanna cheat be my mother fucking guest. I bet my ass is laid up her with Trina though shit her fucking head fame is like magic. But one thing how the fuck you was about to let my best friend fuck but won't let your damn girlfriend hit like that's some shiesty ass shit right there. That's another reason I'm out here playing the fuck outta her ass so bitch try to play me better.)
~Sye~
(I haven't seen or spoken to neither one of them. It ain't like I was mad or nothing but I was feeling shit I wasn't supposed to be feeling. Like this don't happen to me. I refuse for it to happen to me. Yeah my player days are over but you better believe I'm still not gone fall for a bitch.)
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RomanceThis story is about four girls college life and adult life. The life of being a player and the life of being played the life of being in love and the life of being hated. The life of being ignored and a life of pain and betrayal.