No Love Allowed.

Bad Girls.

"So much for miss, I don't have a life. You a lowkey wild bad bitch."

Amani smirked.

"Housemaid by day. Bad bish by night."

The surprises just kept coming.

After about an hour and a half later me and Amina were finished. There was no doubt we looked hot as fvck.

Amina looked so different though, she wore a see through singlet, covering only her nipples. High wasted leather jeans and some louboutins. Cute, sexy yet simple, the outfit suited her.

I wore a strapless bustier, a jersey, high waisted jeans and a snapback. Plus louboutins. Amina's clothing sense was actually dope as fuck.

We spend almost an hour doing each other's makeup, then having a little selfie taking session. After that, we were ready to bounce.

"We're gonna have to be quiet as hell, Jaxon might be up." I said to Amina, who nodded.

We opened the door and began tip toeing which was hard in a pair of louboutins. But Amina didn't seem to mind. I wanted to bust into laughter as I followed after her quickly. She looked so serious. It was like if she got caught that'd be the end of her life. We finally reached the front door and headed out. I took a sigh of relief when I closed the door behind us as she lead me to the parking lot. There were about 10 cars parked around. How many cars did this nigga need?

Amina got her keys and unlocked a black jeep and in we were. We hopped in and drove out of the mansion quickly and off we were.

"I can't believe we're doing this." I looked over at Amina.

She continued to drive as she looked at the road.

"Just sit back and enjoy the ride, baby. Tonight's all about us."

The roles had changed. Amina was now the one telling me to chill out and have a good time. I liked this side of her.

I turned on the radio and to my luck, "Bad Girls" by M.I.A was currently playing, so I didn't hesitate to turn that shit up.

I began singing along and dancing in my seat as Amina rolled down the windows.

"Live fast, die young, Bad girls do it well

Live fast, die young

Bad girls do it well

My chain hits my chest, When I'm banging on the dashboard

My chain hits my chest, When I'm banging on the radio" We both sang aloud as the wind blew through our hair.

We looked at each other laughed as I waited to kill the next verse.

I lived for moments like this. Where I could let go and really vibe without a care in the world. I didn't know Amina too well, or for that long. But I could already tell that this friendship was going to develop into something stronger. So far, she was the first good thing that's happened to me ever since I landed foot in Harlem. And I was going to do everything in my will to strengthen our bond.