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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The Asian chick literally flips out, pushing her elbow into Nita's ribs, nudging her real hard while making an incredulous face at her, her eyes wide as fuck.
"Girl, what you mean you don't know who this is?! It's fucking Emi..." she starts to rapidly hiss to Nita as though she forgot I can actually hear them both, her body language projecting typical groupie excitement, and I smirk to myself, interrupting her.
"She knows exactly who the fuck I am," I state cockily, keeping my eyes only on Nita, who stares back at me with a blank look on her pretty face for a few seconds, before suddenly cracking a small smile.
A small giggle escapes her lips as her eyes narrow. She turns to her friend with a look of mock shock written all over her features.
"Oh my gosh, Linda, you are so right! That's Eminem himself approaching our table. Girl, I'm so in awe right now, let us bow down to him!! Cause like oh my freaking God, it's HIM!!"
I clench my jaw hard and just continue to stand there fuming while she's really laying it on thick, and even her friend, that Linda chick, looks at her weird.
Juanita then rolls her eyes and sighs.
"What do you want, Marshall?" She turns back towards me, all of the pretense now gone from her face and her voice, she stares me down, the same blankness from before washing over her, and she is now looking at me like she ain't impressed at all, causing me to subconsciously gulp down hard, and I can't front, she's caught me off guard right now.
I ain't expect to see her here.
As a matter of fact, I ain't expect to see her at all. Ever again in my life.
Not only that, but I sure as fuck didn't expect her to mock me.
And I didn't forsee for her to be so.. different from the Nita I knew. Her whole vibe is different, dawg. Like the damn girl did a whole 180.
Cause see, I remember Juanita as this timid shy girl.
Now she's fucking...
Shit. I ain't know how to even describe it, can't fully put my finger on it, but something about her is just.. off.
It's like she don't give a fuck for real.
The Asian chick in the meantime glances from her to myself, then back at Nita again, her expression taking on this suspicious look on her face.
"Hold on," she says thoughtfully, turning fully to Nita and waving her hand between me and her. "You two... actually know each other, like in person?" She asks looking more and more confused, and Juanita rolls her eyes again.
"We've met before," she replies. "Actually girl, can you give me and Slim Shady here a minute? Cause he's clearly dying to talk to me," Nita then adds sweetly, and her friend takes the hint. She dawns the rest of her drink, then gets up from the sofa and calmly walks off somewhere, I ain't really give a fuck where, my gaze still trained on this one fucking girl that apparently thinks she's the shit now.
