𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐰. || 𝐚. 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 & 𝐭. 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫

21. In this together

Aaliyah

"So what you gon do?"

"Honestly, I don't know yet." I responded clicking off my seat belt.

"How long you gon keep his fine ass waiting?" She smirked.

We both got out of the car, I slammed the door shut behind me, turning to face her, placing my hand on my hip, "Fine?"

"Yeah fine." She slammed her door as well.

"Anyways." I threw my bag over my shoulder and started walking.

"Ya know you need to give that man a answer, how long you think he gon be waiting on you?"

"As long as he wants me, and I don't want him anyways if he's really that weak."

"Psshhh. Please, you just playing games. Tupac's got yo ass on a leach."

"Yeah whatever, you done yet?" I asked becoming extremely annoyed now.

"I'm just saying."

"I don't need you to just be saying."

"Well I seen Tupac's ass at the club last night."

"Oh, do you want a fucking cookie for that?" I spat.

She continued, "He was dancing with some broad, thick, long curly hair, and nice round titties, that cho ass don't have." She laughed.

"So am I supposed to care? He's not even mine." I started walking again. I was really trying my best to not get into an argument with her annoying her so I just kept it moving.

Let's see how long this last....

"You know that broad that he was dancing with?"

"Oh you mean that i ass ho. Tryna steal somebody's man when he don't even want her dumb, ho ass." I spat.

I could see her face becoming redder by the second. I know that it was her ho ass, that was dancing with Pac last night. So I'm just gonna keep saying shit to make her bitch ass, mad. This shit is actually quite fun too, making ho's mad.

"So tell me more about this ho. Was she wearing those same stank ass panties that you got on right now?" I giggled out.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

I stopped walking and got in her face, "Don't play fucking dumb with me. I know that you like him and you were trying to get him to fuck you a last night, but yo ho ass failed."

"Yeah it was me. So and?"

I started shaking my head, "I knew it. I fucking knew it.." I backed up a bit.

"Yep. He was all on this fat ass too." She stuck out her nasty ass tongue and hit her droppy ass butt.

"Fuck you. And long curly hair? More like long curly horse hair."

"I could have Tupac if I really wanted him so don't think that, you got him in a dog house or sum, bitch."

"Look at you. He would never drop me for some sloppy booty, same panties, wearing ass ho. Your fucking pathetic and you know that, just like Ho-dada. Y'all can't get y'all own man so y'all try to take over people's man. But guess what?" I got in her face again.

I continued, "He's off the market, bitch."

"Yeah that's whatchu think. He was enjoying my body last night though."

"That's because he haven't seen what's underneath. Looking like a fat ass version of gumby and shit, horse hair, dirty ass tongue, go wash yo fucking ass then try to come at me again." I spat.