Tough Love

Chapter 9

Whoop That Hoe- Yo Gotti

I been looking for my grandma for the past week. After she stole from me, her ass got ghost! I find it disrespectful that she could just take from me and not feel no type of way about me but its all good. I ain't even mad.

I was walking to the parking garage at GSU. Thank God today was my last day of class for Psychology. As soon as my ass hit the seat of my camero, my phone rung. It was Mel.

"Hello?" I answered, but there was silence. So since he ain't say shit, I hung up.

My phone rung again and this time it was Christa and Yas on the phone. I told them I would call them back as soon as I got home cause I don't do that talking and driving.

I pulled into my driveway and called my girls back.

"Bitch, we going to the club tonight!" Yas yelled in the phone.

"Damn, just blow my ear drums out!" I spoke back, "Which club?"

"Aries! Girl I heard its gone be poppin!" Christa finally spoke.

"Girl! Aries ratchet as fuck!" I laughed.

"Duhhhhh!" They both spoke in unison.

"Look, we gone be at your house by 8. We getting dressed over there and leaving from there so be ready!" Christa said.

"Aight, bye." I told them and hung up.

I looked down at my phone and saw that it was already 4:38, so I decided I'd go in the house and lounge around.

I opened the door, kicked off my nikes and flopped on my couch. There, I started thinking about my boo. I ain't heard from him all day!

As soon as I begun dialing his number, a text from him popped up saying "call me".

"Hey baby, what you doing?" I asked.

"Shit, just leaving the studio, how was your day Bonita?" He questioned.

"It was pretty good. Today was the last day of class and shit so I'm feeling pretty good." I told him excitedly.

"You got something planned for tonight?" He asked.

"Yep!" I said popping the p, "I'm going out with my girls!"

"Aight then, I'll be there when you get back." He told me.

"Ohhhh kayyy boo. I'll see you later." I told him and he hung up.

Lately, me and Yoon been spending a lot of time together. He always be over here and shit or at the studio or at his house. He always asking if I wanna go to his house with him but I decline. I'm comfortable in my own shit. I don't want to feel stranded, although I'm sure i'll be good. I'm just paranoid.

I soon drifted off to sleep.

Later that night...

I was woke up by these hoes banging on my front door! Mad wasn't even the word! I snatched open the door looking like a mad woman and they both burst out laughing.

"Damn bitch, what the hell yo' problem is?" Yas laughed.

"Man y'all hoes woke me up!" I yelled as they pushed pass me.

Both of them knew the routine for when we went out. They showered in the guest bathroom and I showered in mine and we all got dressed in my room.

After I took a thirty minute steaming hot shower, I hopped out and dried off. I stood in the mirror naked looking at my curves and tattoos. I was infatuated with tattoos. However, I didn't like how weird my belly was looking. It seemed to be getting fat. Maybe it was the fried food I've been cooking and eating.