I was a punch line queen. The one who would pull up in a Porsche and who had all the boys following her around. No chick could mess with me. After all, They didn’t call me the hottest girl in the rap game for nothing.
I strutted into the studio smirking when I saw Prodigy from Mindless Behavior eyeing me. Across the room, Ray Ray frowns.
“Damn, who invited her,” he says loudly.
“Don’t you got cocks to blow, kid?” I ask him as I drop my purse onto the leather sofa.
He smiles at me and holds his hands up as a surrender. “Shawty got some bite to her.”
“Don’t mess with me today, Ray,” I reply. “I ain’t in the mood for all your games.”
“Yeah, Ray,” Prodigy adds. “Don’t mess with Princeton’s girl.”
The two boys snicker as they high five each other. Ever since Princeton and I hooked up at that party these two wouldn’t stop making jokes about us. Especially, since that last time I told off that girl who was flirting with him.
Princeton comes walking out of the bathroom winking at me earning him a loud cheer from his boys. I roll my eyes, and allow him to wrap his arm around my shoulder. He slips a bracelet into my hand, and I smile at him as I look at the silver chain.
“What’s up with boys spending all their money on love?” I ask. “You’d think we were dating or something,” I tease as he helps me fasten the bracelet around my wrist.
“Well, I gotta keep my woman looking nice,” he says kissing my cheek. “I don’t fuck with no ratchet bitches.”
“Just as long as you gettin’ money,” I mutter. “And stop fucking around with all them girls. I don’t mind you havin’ the time of your life, but I don’t want you rolling around all the time.”
“Dang, girl,” Ray cries. “You acting like y’all are in a relationship or some shit.”
“As long as her pussy juicy, she can boss me around any day,” Prince says as he playfully slaps my ass.
I swat him on the arm as an act of defiance. “Nigga, you need to stop,” I fold my arms across my chest. “I’ll swerve you if you keep actin’ up.”
“Then who are you gonna mess with?” he asks. “I get money by the millions; fuck them average ass niggas. Besides, I’m the one who put you on that nice lace front you got on right now. And if you act good, I might give you a ticket to the tour.”
He tries to lean in for a kiss, but I pulled away. “Stop playing,” I say moving away from him. “You can’t even afford a damn vacation, and you mad dusty anyways.”
“Damn, Princeton,” Prod says. “Control your bitch.”
“Chill, moe,” Prince immediately turns to his friend. “Don’t talk about my girl like that. I don’t care what you think you can call her, but you most definitely ain’t about to call her a bitch.”
Ray Ray snorts as he watches Prince. “Dude, you call her shit all the time.”
“Yeah, but she my girl,” Prince says. “So I want y’all niggas to hop off, aiight?”
“Whoa,” I say pushing Prince, “when did I become your girl?”
“You’ve always been girl,” he teases.
“Nah, it ain’t going down like that. If I’m your girl, then you gotta stop fuckin’ with all them other hoes, and you gotta actually spend time with me, aiight?”
Prince scratches his head as he looks at me. “Aiight, (Y/N), I got you. I’ll be faithful and all that other shit,” he smiles at me. “I’ll even take you out places from time to time.”
I smile at him, and pull him in for a kiss not even giving a fuck about the noises of disgust that Ray Ray and Prodigy were making. After all, I don’t have the time to worry about the boys.
