Onika
"Still mad?" He asked as we walked out from my OBGYN appointment.
"Shut the fuck up!" I glared at him. "This is the second time you did this shit to me" I walked to the car getting in.
"And? You can't do shit about it now" he shrugged, closing the door.
"I can though, I still have time to get an abor-"
"Don't fuckin play" he said seriously.
"Who said I was playing?"
"I wish ya dumb ass would try that shit with me" he said, pulling out of the parking lot.
"Stop calling me dumb you bitch"
"Thot"
"Hoe"
"Trick"
"Pussy"
"Ayo Nic" he side eyed me. "Keep fuckin with me.."
"Whatever.. Are we picking up the twins?" I asked.
"Naw they don't get out till 2 and they spendin the night over ya moms house" oh yeah.
"Ooo let's go to-" and Meek was already pulling in the Chick-Fil-A drive thru. "You love me don't you?"
He looked over at me grinning. "Just a lil" I scoff.
"Yea Ightt nigga"
"Nigga?"
"Yea, you my nigga" I nodded.
"You need to stop hangin around Chris" he shook his head laughing.
He right though. The more I go see Bey, Chris rubs off on me.
That's not good.
After we ordered at the box thing or whatever you call it, we pulled up to the next window paying for the food and the last window we pulled up to, to receive our food. We saw the last person we would expect at the fucking window.
"What the fuck is you doin yo?" Meek asked, laughing.
"Working fuck you mean? I needed a day job" he said with all seriousness.
"Chris, you a fool foreal" I say, laughing.
"I'm just tryna make this money ya mean"
He so stupid, this nigga probably has thousands saved up maybe even millions. Shit I don't know.
But hey can't hate on his hustle. I guess.
"Just gimme my food nigga" Meek told to Chris who was milly rocking to the music that was playing in the car.
"Coming right up" he said before jogging in the back.
A few minutes he came back and handed us our food.
"Have a nice day and come again!" He yelled waving, as we pulled off.
