Juanita Monroe-Giancola was always a people pleaser. Doing stuff she didn't necessarily want to do just to make others happy and bring a smile on their face and brighten up their day.
Especially after the death of her twin sister, Maria.
Juanita fee...
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A thick ass weed smoke hangs heavily in the air, the feel of it hitting my lungs mixing with all of the other drugs in my system, whatever shit Bizarre had all of us pop from a ziplock baggie he always carries on his fatass self. Motherfucker is like the unofficial dope dealer of the group, no doubt about that.
The drug induced haze amplifying the low hum of the beat thumping through the club. Just another day for me and the dudes.
We've been partying hard, getting shit-faced over some shit since about two hours earlier, but the truth is, I can't even remember what exactly it was, but hell. It ain't like it matters.
A slutty ass looking chick walks up to me, she's one of the servers at this joint, and she hands all of us our drinks and I quickly dawn mine, my eyes lazily scanning the V.I.P. lounge, squinting slightly at the strobe lights pulsing all over the club, while I'm sat on one of the cushioned couches there, the fellas all laughing and having them a good ass time around me, the bitches flocking around us like sheep for slaughter. And I sure as fuck am planning on hurting one of them dumb ass broads tonight.
Then she walks in, and I automatically zero in on her, without even meaning to, gulping down hard as fuck involuntarily, licking my lips nervously. I can feel my eyes squint again, as if in trying to determine if it's really that same motherfucking girl having the nerve to show up in my presence again, after I've so clearly dismissed her last time.
What, is the slut stalking me or some shit?
I look her over in unconscious appreciation though, I mean, as much as the girl ain't my speed, her being so goddamn innocent and all, I also can't deny the fact that she's fine.
Something about those cat like eyes maybe.
Or it might be the shape of her lips.
That flawless fucking skin or them weird ass patterns braided-up in her hair.
Hell if I know.
As a matter of fact, it might just be the X in my system, amplifying the shit.
Either way, she looks good as hell, and I can't stop staring.
"Ayo, Earth to Slim. Wake the fuck up, nigga!" Proof says to me loud as fuck then, and he also smacks me hard at the back of my head. The bastard.
I blink rapidly a few times, clenching my jaw.
"Yo, fuck is your problem, man?" I give Proof a hard stare, quickly noticing the fucker to be just as shit-faced as me.
Doody laughs heartily at me, his palm clapping me on the back as he's tryna tell me something, but I ain't really listening, not even gonna front.
"Listen Proof, imma stop you right there. Fuck is Nita doing here right now?" I then jut my chin towards the girl standing there awkwardly, some other chick by her side, the other one's gaze roaming around the room, looking hungry as fuck. Her friend's whole persona screams a cheap groupie slut to me. And Juanita..
