A nigga gotta keep these hoes in check. Let 'em know they place.
-- Quadir
"Quadir, can you please come pick me up?" Was the first thing Omanda said to me when I answered my phone. She was breathing hard and shit in the phone like she had just ran a damn marathon.
"So I don't even get a hey, how you doing? You think you can order me around now, huh?" I half joked.
"Hey, Quadir, how are you?" She paused. "That's great, now can you come and get me?"
"If I come what you gon' do for me?"
"NOT A DAMN THING!" Charlotte's annoying-ass voice suddenly screamed in my ear.
I jumped, "Oh, shit! When you got here?"
"Who is that?" I heard Omanda ask in my ear before Charlotte snatched the phone out of my hand.
"Bitch, don't worry about who the fuck it is! Quadir don't have his own shit, so how the fuck can he come get you? He leave in MY car with MY permission, bitch!"
She ended the call before handing me my phone back.
"Baby, let me explain--"
She held her had up, "You know what? It doesn't even matter, Quadir. I'm so over you and your bullshit with these clown-ass bitches," she said calmly.
She began to walk down the hall to our bedroom, so I followed her. "Baby, on my momma I wasn't about to go get that girl--"
She went in the walk in closet and began looking through her side of clothes. "Of course you wasn't, I was in my own car, stupid! What? You was gon' walk?" She shook he head. "The only reason why these bitches want you is because they think you got money. Yo' broke-ass don't got shit but a whole bunch of clothes!"
She turned around to my side of the closet, grabbed a handful of my shit from the rack before throwing them out the closet door.
I began picking my clothes up. "If im broke it's because I'm too busy supporting yo black, wanna be saditty-ass!"
She pulled out one of her party dresses before going over to one of the full length mirrors and holding it up against her self. "Nigga, please! You know damn well you don't do shit for me but throw a li'l dick 'round every now and then. You know if it wasn't for that I would've been left yo' ass."
I came behind her grinning from ear to ear, "Oh, so you admitting you addicted to the D, huh?"
She let out a short laugh, "No, I'm not addicted, it's just good that's all."
I sucked my teeth before I twisted my mouth to side and lifted my head, "Just good? Girl, you need to stop fuckin' lying."
She turned around and playfully pushed my chest. "Boy, ain't nobody lying to you. See, that's your problem right there, you too cocky."
"Man, whatever," I backed off, flopping my body on the bed, "Where the hell you going anyway?" I asked once I saw her pick out a pair of shoes with the red on the bottom from the closet.
"Out," she said with a attitude as she left the room and went into the bathroom.
"Out, where? It better not be with no nigga!" I yelled so she could hear me through the door.
She opened it and stuck her head out, "And what I am?"
I shot her a glare. "Don't play wit' me, Charlotte."
"Don't play with me, Charlotte," she mocked with a cute li'l frown before laughing out loud and shutting the door.
Suddenly, my phone began to ring. I picked it up, and it was a incoming call from you-know-who.
"Hello?" I answered like nothing just happened not even ten whole minutes ago. The water from the shower Letta was taking was loud enough to cover my voice.
"What the hell was that about, Quadir?" Omanda yelled in the phone.
"What you talkin' 'bout, girl?" I played dumb, "You know I had a girl from the beginning, don't act brand new, and you better stop screaming in my ear."
She instantly checked that shit. "My bad, boo. I'm tripping, I just wasn't expecting that, you know?"
"I feel you."
"So, can you still come and get me? I know she was lying about you not having your own car. I'm ready to go, so you can come right now."
I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at it like it was forgien before putting it back to the side of my head. When did I ever tell this bitch I was gon' pick her up tho'?
"Hello? Qua?"
I heard the shower began to turn off so I muted the phone and hid it behind a pillow as soon as Charlotte opened the door.
"Why the hell you looking so suspicous?" She asked as soon as she laid eyes on me.
I waved her off, picked up the remote control and flipped channels on TV like I was looking for something to watch. But in reality, I was watching her ass.
She looked good as fuck in a mini dress that showed off her round, big ass and small waist. Damn, my girl bad. Where she said she was going again?
"I see you tryna be slick, watching me from the corner of your eye," she smirked as she came over and kissed the side of my head. "I'll see you later, Qua."
"Where you going?" I asked again. "It better not be a club."
"Byee," she sung as she walked out of the room.
Once I heard the front door shut, I pulled out my phone and unmuted it.
I spoke. "Hello?"
"I'm still here," Omanda said, "Are you on your way now?"
"Nah, I can't come right now, but maybe you can catch a taxi to where I am. I'll pay it when you get here."
"Alright, boo," she agreed with no hesitation, "Where you stay?"
I gave her my address, hung up, and called up my other bitch to come over. Shid if Charlotte wanna have fun why can't I have my fun too?
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A / N :
Anybody else singing that Trina song that goes like... Niggas ain't shit but hoes and tricks?
Smh Quadir.
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