Reign On Me
Chapter One
It was the beginning of summer and god knows I was ready to show off my banging body. I stand at 5’5, I have a very slim waist, and I got the phattest ass to go along with it. My smile was stunning with dimples to die for all that goes along with my caramel skin color. Basically I’m saying I’m a bad bitch and everybody knows it. Anyways it was the first hot day of the year and I was ready to go out and kick it with my girls. I knew the niggas were going to be out tonight but fuck them I’m looking at the pockets. I mean I ain’t a gold digger… yeah you know the rest “but I ain’t fucking with a broke nigga.” I’m all about that cash. I’m on a paper chase and ain’t no nigga or bitch going to stop me from doing so, Justice do for her own, Yeah my name is Justice. My mother named me that because she says Justice was definitely served after 16 hours, 24 minutes, and 3 seconds of labor. Everybody call me Smurf though let the drama, lies, lust, and betrayal begin.
“Wassup Bitch, are we going to the Mirage on the Waters tonight?” I asked waking up my best friend Jazz, short for Jazzmen out of her sleep.
“Bitch, do you know what time it is?” Jazz said with an attitude.
“Uh wake up it’s almost noon.”
“Damn where the fuck did time go?”
“Don’t play you know yo’ ass was getting dicked down last night by O.” I said jokingly.
“Ha ha very funny.” She said sarcastically.
“So wassup bitch are we going to the Mirage or what?”
“Yeah girl, we got to hit the mall first ‘cuz I ain’t got shit to wear.”
“Ight bet call me when you’re dressed.”
“Bet.”
We ended our phone call and I hopped right in the shower. Somebody was knocking at my door like they were the Feds or some shit. I know whoever it was, was about to get their feelings hurt knocking at my damn door like that.
“Who is it?” I yelled.
“Open the door bitch.” I could have sworn I told this bitch to call me.
“Bitch, why are you knocking at my door like that?” I quizzed.
“Why yo’ ass ain’t dressed?”
“Fuck you.”
“No thanks. O already did that this morning.” Jazz smirked. Jazz was 5’6 nice body size, thick in the hips, brown skin, her hair came to her shoulders, she had star tattoos going from her neck, to her belly, to her treasure spot, and a big one on her thigh. She had all the neighborhood thugs dying to get a taste. Some didn’t even want to fuck they wanted to “lick her tats” as she would tell me.
I burst out laughing and my attitude instantly went away. I went upstairs to get dressed and I saw that I had a voicemail message from Aaron. Aaron was my ex of only two weeks and he’s still not over me obviously. I dumped him over some bullshit only because I ain’t want to deal with his bullshit. I listened to the voicemail. “Yo, Justice call me its important baby.”
“Important my ass.” I said to myself and deleted the message then got dressed.
Jazz and I got back from the mall bragging about how fly we were going to be. We weren’t just talking shit we knew that we were the baddest bitches in Boston. That was a fact. Later that night Jazz and I got ready to go out. Jazz was all done getting dressed so she pulled out a box of swishers and a sack of Kush and rolled up a fat ass blunt.
