Arica's pov.
I grabbed my phone as it began to ring.
' Versace, Versace.. Medusa head on me, like i'm illuminati ' [A/N: I think those are the right lyrics, lol] I looked at the number, but it was unfamiliar. I answered....
"Hello.." I said,
"Yeah, is this Arica?" A familiar voice said, but I couldn't think of who it could be.
"This is she, and who is this?" I asked, concerned.
"Don't worry about it, I just want you to know that Chresanto will never leave me alone. And if you keep talking shit about me, I will whoop ya ass." she said, then I realized it was Madison.
"First of all, bitch.... I ain't the one. And bitch come whoop my ass..." I said... Like, bitch you have a boyfriend which is Princeton... If you still want Chresanto you shouldn't have hopped your ass in the bed with another nigga and got pregnant.
"You don't want me to do that, trust me." Madison said,
"Hoe, why am I even having this conversation with you.. If you was really bout what you say you bout. Bring your ass to my house." I said, before I hung up.
I have no time for bullshit! I am a grown ass woman, not a little ass kid. So if the bitch really wanna fight she can bring her ass to my house. Not only will I whoop her ass I will also embarrass her ass. So, if she think she big and bad, she can bring her ass on over here to my place.
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