WEST COAST 18+

27.

W E S T C O A S T

"You can run the streets with yo thugs; I'll be waiting for youuu," Shanti sang the moment the FaceTime connected with her, Daniela, and Britt.

Britt smirks, "Ahh, that's right, Mr. González and Ms. Parker go together now."

Daniela couldn't resist flashing her pearly whites, cheeks throbbing and rosy at the mention of his name and the flashbacks. "We cool right now."

"Cool right now?" Britt repeats.

Daniela tore open an Entourage packet, responding, "He's doing his lil thing, and I'm doing mine." In all honesty, though, she had no idea whether Enrique was seeing anybody else. She was just telling herself to keep her options open since she was single.

"So you're seeing other people?" Britt questions, still watching Dani smile like a mothafucka.

"We not doing all that thinking shit," she replies, seeming like she was high, but she was high off Enrique.

"Yeah?" they ask in unison.

"Yeah," Daniela whispers with a sparkle in her eyes, her friends hearing the fondness in her voice.

Shanti acknowledges, "She's deep."

In a daze, Daniela shoots back, "No, he was."

Britt's head turns from right to left to oppose. "I can't take all that."

"I can," Daniela relaxed back in her vanity chair, spreading her legs to pat her cat.

Shanti chuckles while she says, "He buys you some headphones, and you bussin' it open for him," causing Daniela to lose her breath.

She quickly sat up in her chair, gripping the handles. "See, no, now you making it sound like I'm giving it up for money."

Britt picked at her fingernails, "You've been holding out on that man for so long; I was starting to think you liked girls."

It was torturous to not have Enrique again. He made her obsessed, and she predicted it. Daniela saw it coming. For the last couple of days, Enrique's been coming over. No one really knew Daniela was seeing Enrique, her work hours and his causing them to be apart during the day, making those late nights with him coming in so convenient. Like now, it was late, and Enrique was on his way to see her.

"I got me some last night," Shanti announces all cheery.

"I don't even need to ask how it was, clearly y'all had a ball," Daniela said while in the middle of rolling herself a blunt. Shanti was excited to tell, hickey's all on her neck with this glow to her.

"A time of our lives," Shanti reminisces.

"Well, I didn't," Britt said, scrunching up her nose that she ain't get none. Daniela can sense the talk of Omar coming up, her gaze dropping to her weed. "Omar has been acting real rude to me lately."

"What you do?" Shanti asked.

"Nothing," Britt replies. "And I get he's a bad texter—" Daniela said internally, when he doesn't need you. Daniela wasn't going to engage in this conversation. Her friend told her exactly what she needed to hear about this man, so she had no advice to offer. "—but come on now, I'm ya girl, not some bitch you fuck when you want."

"Let me know when I can come back to the phone," Daniela smirks when Britt cocked her head, stunned.

Britt slammed her fist on her desk, "Dani, stop being an ass!"

"You told me to mind mine, so I am. I'ma roll me a fat one while y'all talk." Not even seconds later, she spills her juice on the blunt that was ready to be licked and smoked. "Fuck!"