Playing The Player

Chapter One

They say all light skins ain't cute. I say fuck whoever hating. I don't walk around with my nose up like my shit don't stink. Yeah, I got the body bitches pray for, and yeah my attitude is "Fuck You Unless I'm With You" but shit.. this is how i've always been.

I could care less about the next bitch and her feelings. I don't commit myself to anyone.. I refuse to let a nigga try to put his name on this. I'm the type of girl the mothers warned they sons about.. the type of bitch all these hoes wanna befriend.

I put the B in "Bad" and also in Beautiful. That just so happens to be my name. Yeah, my name is Beautiful. My mom is simple minded. She don't care about anything if it ain't got something to do with her ex boyfriend, Borris. She just don't know how to let a nigga go. I got three true friends that been around since day one. Nijah, Fefe and Sammi. For them three, I go hard!

The summer air was warm out so I threw on a denim pair of high waist shorts, a baby blue tank top and my blue black and white Jordans. I through my hair up into a high ponytail and let it fall down by my back. Snatching up my phone, money and lip gloss.. I headed out to meet my girls.

I sat on the bench, chewing on my wings with Nijah as Fefe and Sammi stood in line, waiting on their food.

Saturday night was always popping on eighth street. Some of the reason was because the best wing stand stood on the corner of the block. The other reasons was because, all the fine ass dope boys chilled out there. Eighth is the spot to be, hands down.

In the streets of Queens.. you would think nobody would wanna be caught outside at night, but that's actually when me and my girls stepped out. You ain't gotta worry about nothing, unless you a snitch, new to the area, or a punk. That's when drama find yo ass!

"Yall seen Lucky?!" Sammi asked, sitting beside me.

"He looking good as fuck!" Fefe agreed sitting along with us.

"That ain't nothing new, he always.fine!" Nijah smiled.

I rolled my eyes at their conversation and continued my food. Me and my girls agreed on a lot of things but "Lucky" is not one. They adore him, and I don't see why. He's fine.. but he ain't worth sweating... nobody is. "I saw him.. he ight." I shrugged.

They all looked over to me. "Your crazy Bee." Nijah laughed.

"I'm serious, he ain't all that and a bag of chips." I joked.

"Now he is! You ain't gotta flex for us." Fefe teased me.

"You know me, and you know I don't flex. I don't think he all that. Just cause he cute and got money don't mean he worth my time." I admitted.

"Really?" Sammi said, putting her wings beside her. "Because... maybe your not worth his time." she smiled.

"Don't play yourself." I laughed, brushing her off.

"No seriously.. maybe Sammi's right." Fefe said, putting her two cents in.

I looked at her like she was stupid. "Yall bitches think I want Lucky?" I asked, eyeing all of them.

"We not saying that, but-

"But nothing! I could have Lucky if I wanted him. Yall forgot who I am?" I asked, half offended.

"You wanna put this in writing?" Sammi asked standing.

"It's whatever!" I said standing with her.

"Okay, we only got a week left untill summer.. you have to get Lucky to wife you, to keep you around and fall in love with you before school starts again." she smiled. This girl is lucky we cool cause I'm tempted to knock her the fuck out. She really trying to play me, like I'm not the baddest bitch walking.

"Aight." I shrugged, shaking her hand.

Game on bitch.

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So, two authors are writing this story. This chapter was written by me or @xo_Cocaine_Addict_xo ... Vote & Comment for next chapter. Shoutout to @MyLoveForePink for first comment. That's my sister. Lol, no seriously, she sitting right beside me. Lemme go now. Doing the 30 day squat challenge. Thank You everyone who's voting!

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