#SQUADGOALS

Chapter Fifteen

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Latrice

I was feeling good after winning the bet. Yeah, I had a lot of niggas but not all of them did right by me as you can see or I'd still be messing with them. It felt great giving him a taste of how us girls feel when they gas us up only to make you feel like you're crazy for catching feelings for them. Like they did nothing to cause that. I didn't feel bad about the bet at all.

I was standing in the back at work by the dumbsters (we weren't allowed in the lobby for whatever reason) on break, talking to my co-workers Charity and Dontasia. They were both younger than me, only just finishing the ninth grade but they looked well over 18. Most of these girls these days looked way older than what they were with their developing bodies, caked on makeup and tight ass clothes but that was their parents problem not mine. I was talking to them telling them how it came about that I didn't like Antonio. They were in 8th grade when it all went down so they obviously hadn't heard because they were trying to get me on with Antonio. Like ew, I would never. He wasn't even my type, let alone all the shit he's done!

They claimed he was the "plug" but he was driving Jamesha's car to work everyday. He wasn't talking about nothing. I bought a gram from him one time for $20 only cause he claimed it was loud and he finessed me; it was straight mid. I barely got a buzz. I swear, I get so sick of these fake ass drug dealers in Nashville. Tryna sell the weed they bought for themselves to smoke thinking they really gettin' off. Whole time, Antonio had to hide in his basement just to smoke and would use eye drops so his Mom wouldn't know he was high. That's what Dejan told me. She also told me he only smoked mid. Clown. And I know she knew cause her big brother, Deion, was really the plug. She didn't want us to but I bought from him all the time. Honestly because I just wanted to see his fine ass. But that's a whole 'nother subject.

The girls had to go back to work but I still had 10 more minutes left of my break and Lord knows I needed every last minute.

"Ima be in there in 10," I called to them as they walked away.

"Tsk. Tsk," I heard a voice from behind me say. I turned to see Antonio standing there with a smirk on his face rubbing one index finger across the other.

"What the hell do you want?!" I was not in the mood for whatever games he was tryna play.

"You think you slick huh?" He continued to not get to the point.

"What kinda game are you tryna play Antonio? What are you even talking about?" I rolled my eyes.

"You and your friends, that's what I'm talking about. See y'all tried to make me seem like I was the bad guy. And Dejan, Little Miss Dejan, she played that victim role so well."

"Why you bringing up old stuff. That whole situation been dead," I stood up and put my hands on my hips.

"That's not even what I'm talking about see--," I cut him off.

"Well get to the point!" I was growing impatient.

"Okay then, I heard about y'all's lil' bet from a lil birdie and you know, I don't think Q and nem would be too happy to hear some chicken heads tryna play them!"

"Your girlfriend's the only chickenhead! Rooster neck ass bitch!" I fired back.

"See I was gonna spare you cause you know, as a retired player, I can appreciate a good game! But since you wanna talk about wifey, I'll be sure that Shaquille finds out about this lil game y'all playing! Y'all might think y'all won, but that's only cause you haven't met your match."

"You wouldn't dare tell him. You too pussy! You know if you say one word about Dae, you're DEAD! So why don't you think long and hard about those broken ribs Deion gave you the last time you messed with Dejan before you make any rash decisions!" He clenched his jaw. "I know for a fact he won't be nice enough to let you live this time! But I gotta go get back to my money, my break is over," I bumped his shoulder when I walked past him. "Weak ass, fake ass drug dealer wannabe, out her punching a clock acting like you getting off.."