Curves

Loyal

Alana:

After last night I had my mind set on not trusting anyone.

I called Terra and told her I wouldn't be coming in until Thursday, and to forward all my messages and calls to my cell phone.

I guess word got around about me knowing, because Armani, Isis, and Natalie has called at least twenty-eight times each. Fuck them though.

*These niggas ain't loyal,

But these bitches can't do nothing for you,

Oh, these niggas ain't loyal,

But these bitches can't do nothing for you. *

My phone rung. Malcom. This the first time that he chooses to call. The fuck? How about I let his ass ring to voice mail.

I went downstairs to get snacks. I ain't depressed like most females are. No love lost. It is what it is. I just want to get my snack on and watch Martin all day.

'You and I both know you never cry, so in a way this is you being depressed.' My know nothing ass conscience told me.

You know what I said? Fuck that Bitch.

How the hell she gone tell me something about myself. She a straight foolie.

But ya'll know what I got planned for Friday night? Just me and Aaliyah getting our hands and feet done.

**

Deciding that I had been laying around for too long today I took a shower, and brushed my teeth.

Now what to wear? Oh, I did order that 'Shut Up' hoodie, so I grabbed that and matched it with white and black aztec leggings.

While I brushed my hair up into a messy bun, and applied deodorant, I tried deciding where I was going or what I was going to do.

Ignoring the now ringing cell phone of mines, I grabbed my purse and keys from down stairs, and put on my jordan oreos-- making sure they was laced up-- before I headed out the door and to my car.

You know what would actually sound good right now? Music and Nature, and Indiana offered just that.

See, the way Indiana's highway is setup, you can get on I-465, and if you never got off you'd be driving in a circle.

Imagine that, full tank off gas, riding in circles, turning my music up to ass high as it can go with the windows rowed down letting the winter air kiss my skin, with a passenger seat full of candy? Hell yeah.

Malcom:

All day today all people have been talking about is Alana, Alana, Alana. Like they ass ain't got nobody better to think about.

Pops told me to go get the audible statements for the 'Quincero' case, and when I went to her office she wasn't there.

I mean, I tried to call, but I ain't gone beg her. Not yet. I got too much going on to be over stressed on one thing.

"You know you got a lot of nerve!" Someone yelled busting into my office while I was organizing my desk, and when I looked up it was Armani.

"What do I owe such a unpleasant visit Miss.Gold?" I asked kicking my feet up on my now organized desk.

"Fuck you Malcom. Alana is not answering anyone's calls, and it's all because you wanted to get your d*ck wet. Are you proud of yourself? And seeing that you're perfectly fine means that she's going crazy, and filled with anger because of y-"

"Us."

"Us? As if. I played no part in this... this.. this scandal." She replied throwing her arms in the air and pacing the floor.