Hearing my alarm goin' off for the 10th time, I reach over and smack the top of the clock, hitting the snooze button once again. Dumb ass fuckin' clock I say while I begin to rub my eyes a bit looking down at my hands seeing black smeared eyeliner and mascara on them. Fuck.
I get up out of bed, sitting on the side of it, glancing over at my phone sitting on the night stand as I pick it up, I check my messages and calls. None. I should have known. I stand up from the bed, throwing my phone down onto the bed as I walk into the bathroom looking in the mirror and begins to wash my face, soaking it with water. I never wash my face the night before I be too tired.
Walking back into the room I see my phone light up.
(267) 525-4376
iMessage
"Who the fuck is this?" I think to myself as I grab my phone, and unlock it.
Yo, it's the dude from last night. Wassup.
I look at the message smirking to myself. Who the fuck he think he is? Texting my phone early in the morning. I leave him on read as I throw my phone back down, going over to my dresser picking out something to wear them heads over to the shower.
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Walking downstairs, all dressed up from head to toe, looking like the baddest bitch out here. I pull my shorts up a bit, looking on my counter in the kitchen, finding a pound of weed. I pick it up, putting it up to my nose as I inhale the sweet kush smell and whispers to myself.
"All mineeeee" I say to myself as I put in my counter top drawer then walk over to the couch, receiving a another text from the same number.
Yo, I know yo ass saw my text. Wassup. I was wondering if you was up for some coffee this morning. Hmu.
I shake my head as I tap his number, calling him before putting the phone up to my ear as I wait for him to answer. Then he finally does..
him: Yo.
Angela: Yeah, this is Angela. Wassup?
him: Yea, i'ma send you my location, come to the cafe to have some coffee? You know so I can get to know you.
Angela: Get to know me..for what?
Him: just come meet me.
Angela: I guess.
I hang up after, smiling to myself as I shake my head again. Niggas man. I grab my house keys, and my phone as I shove it in my back pocket then heads out my front door, walking down the street, heading towards his location.
I get to the cafe, walking in as I stroll over to his table. What the fuck am I thinking? I don't even know this nigga name, meeting up with him and shit.
"Wassup, ma." He gets up out his seat coming over to my side to pull out my chair for me, as I sit my ass down pulling myself back into the table.
"Hey." I say a bit observant, checking this guy out. He's got tattoos every fucking where, I bet he has one below. Shit. He gotta be packing, all that damn muscle up here, I wonder what's-
"Helllllloooo..."
He starts waving his hands in my face as i realize I'm staring at him, not answering one question he's asked me these past 10 seconds.
"Oh shit, sorry. My bad. Whatchu say?" I say brushing off the fact that I just was in a daze.
"I had said that I never told you my name, my name is Kameron. Just call me kam." He grabs his coffee that he has sitting in front of him as he sips it.
"Oh yea, wasssup..uh, why you hit my up again? This early in the morning?" I say rudely as I roll my eyes, looking around the cafe a little annoyed. Why the fuck he got me up at 9:30 in the morning, just to talk and have coffee? I don't drink coffee, I smoke weed. The fuck?
"Whoa, that attitude of yours. I was just..you know making a nice gesture..inviting you out to breakfast and-"
I cut him off because I certainly didn't give a fuck about what he was saying.
"Well, I usually don't get up this early so i'm gone bounce. Hit me up around dinner time, that's when I eat." I picked up my phone off the table and took a couple dollar bills out my back pocket throwing it on the table. "Oh and here's a tip...for your gesture." I laugh to myself as I walk out the door, heading back to my house.
I don't know what this nigga thought, inviting me out to breakfast. HE DONT EVEN KNOW ME. I don't like niggas buying me shit, treating me like I'm a broke hoe. I got money, I get money, on my fucking own. Not with a group a bitches, not with niggas, not with nobody. BY MY FUCKIN SELF.
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