Three months later ...
"Ayo Cleo hurry up!" Jo-Vaugh yelled.
"Calm down I'm almost done !" I yelled back .
Yeah , your probably thinking wasn't this the girl who was talm bout how she doesn't mix business wit pleasure ?
Weeell .. I guess I bended my rules a lil? And besides, it's not like we're going on a date or anything, just one of those big deal parties for me and Jo-Vaughn's song . Pennyroyal went platnuim in just three months! I guess we just got lucky and he decided to my date .. just for the night .
I added my temporary gold grillz , a pair of gold hoop earrings , and slipped on my crisp , white Air Force Ones . That complemented my outfit consisting of all black with a Pyrex streetwear shirt tied around my waist .
I looked at my reflection one more time in the mirror.
People tend to think I'm fully on white . ( Until they hear my thick Brooklyn accent , ghettoish actions, which happen to occur very rarely, and my Iggy Azaliea ass . Or so I've herd)
That's all cos of my blonde hair (which I keep in cornrows) and hazel brown eyes . But i'm actually mixed w . African-American , Caucasian , and Puerto Rican .
Think Rita Ora but with a more trap gawd approach . If you know what I mean .
"Dang girl what's taking you so damn long?!" Jo-Vaughn called out .
I rolled my eyes and exited the bathroom .
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As soon as we entered the VIP section camera flashes were going off! Paparazzi were allowed up here?
"Yeeeo J! Cleo! Glad y'all could make it!" Chris yelled over the loud music . Some random ass chick was grindin ' on him .
I chuckled and walked over to the bar . I wasn't really feelin ' this scene . I mean it's alright .
Someone popped their gums next to my ear .
"Hey, your that rapper Yung .. Yung Cleo ? right?"
I turned around and came face to face with some bougie ass bitch .
I nodded . "Uhmhmm.. and you are?"
"Joey's main and ONLY chick okay? I don't appreciate the fact that your out with him or whatever the fuck your doin '. So stay the fuck away from him, got it?" She barked .
I'm guessing that makes me a " side chick " ?
I looked at her in bewilderment and laughed.
Silly bitches these days man ..
"Lemme get a bottle a' Ciroc." I told the bartender .
Yeah I said a bottle, I'm finna git wasted just because .
The bartender handed me a bottle I paid for it and walked back to where Jo-Vaughn was sitting and sat down next to him .
All of a sudden that same messy bitch from before came over and sat on Jo-Vaughn's lap . She did this while looking at me .
Was she tryna prove a point or something?
"Sheila what the fuck are you doin ' hea '?" Jo-Vaughn asked a lil irratated.
The girl huffed . "I'm not Sheila! It's Sasha .. why does everyone get us two mixed up?" She mumbled the last part .
I rolled my eyes, One thing I really hate is a messy bitch.I uncapped the bottle and took a long ass swing.
I herd Jo-Vaughn asking her to leave.
"What the fuck?! What about her?!" She pointed a finger at me.
"Yo! Whatch yo ' attitude, an ' worry bout cha' self . " He replied .
She kept bitchin ' till he gave her this cold ass stare. You can tell she was gettin ' uncomfortable by his stare, so shawty bounced .
Ha! Looks like her lil "plan" backfired . Goodbye bitch ..
