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||Leani||
My phone's ringing at 7 o'clock in the morning, exactly twenty minutes before its time for me to start getting up for work. I look at the screen and it says 'Best' across the top. I answer reluctantly and mumble, "Fuck you, Imani."
"You too, Thot." she states laughing hoarsely. Childish. I'm guessing she just woke up. "You goin' ta work today?"
"Yes," I pause,"Why?"
"Bro, I'm tryna decide if i wanna step foot in that bitch today an' I needed a second opinion." She said in a 'duh' tone.
Bitch always callin' me on some shit. "Bitch is you tryna' get paid?"
"Hell yea."
"There's ya' answer, then." I hang up and slam my phone on to the bed, drifting off to sleep.
. .
I clock in to work at exactly 9 a.m. because if I'm late to work again I'm getting demoted to front desk. Since I'm fairly new at the salon, Just recently getting my cosmetology license, it wouldn't be a good idea to start slacking off now. I don't even know why boss always on my case about bein' late 'cause she ain't never here.
I start taking my jean jacket off, lowball revealing my outfit to the rest of the stylists waiting at their stations for the first clients to come in. I had on basic clothing, A black t-shirt, some jeans and my black Puma creepers. I started walking over to my station, throwing my bag and jacket inside the cubbyhole and plugged my phone in to charge.
I look in the mirror and admire my haircut, a choppy long bob style that I had for the longest. Today, I wore it in loose wand curls from a week ago. I cant be doing my hair everyday with heat because I'm tryna' be on my natural hair journey shit and I REALLY don't want to damage it again.
"Yo! Lina! Who suppose to be comin' in right now?" I called over to get her attention. Lina was on front desk duty for now, but she usually had a station in the back by the shampoo area. I didn't really know her personally. She was nice, but she gives me weird vibes, kinda sneaky even.
She turned around in the chair to face me and checks the appointment sheet, she rolls her eyes and sighs, "Becky." Her name ain't really Becky we just call her that 'cause she liked hoein' around wit people nigga way back when .
"Shit." I pause for a second and then continue, "Who she want?"
"Jamiyah, but she on leave for a few days cause she sick, sooo?" She looks at me like I'm suppose take her instead. Pshhhh. No.
"Mannniii, Best Frieeennndd?" I ask hopefully, turning towards her. "Can ya do me a small little, teensy, weensy favor, pleeeease?"
"You owe me bitch." Imani stated, flipping her hair off her shoulder, and popping her gum.
"Whatever, I love you too." I said smirking.
. .
As it reached 12 o'clock, client after client start to come in one at a time, taking a seat in the waiting area, some reading magazines, some on their phones.
I wasn't paying much attention when Myra, as known as Becky, walked in, and to my surprise with a man trailing behind her on his phone. He walks in and takes an empty seat in the waiting area.
"Damn Gina! Who the hell is that?" Imani asked.
"Don't know, don't care." I said knowing damn well I was lying.
"I scheduled an appointment for 10 o'clock." she said popping and smacking her gum in Lina's face.
"And? You're late." Lina questioned backing away from her hot breath.
"I'm here now, so who I'm sittin' at?" She asked rudely.
"In the waiting area 'cause you're late."
Myra scoffed and walked over to the waiting area. Sitting next to mystery man. She taps him on the arm and starts having a one-sided conversation with him. I can tell he doesn't give a damn about what she'd said.
He stands up, hands her a wad of cash, and starts walking to the door. By now, everyone in the shop is looking his way. Nosey ass people. Before exiting, he looks my way, sends a little smirk and continues the journey to his car.
"Mani, did you just see what the hell dis' nigga just did to me!"
"What he do?" Imani questioned, not paying much attention to me, while combing out this woman's hair.
"Girl, he had the nerve to smirk. Da' hell is a smirk? Who even does that?" I said with a stupid look on my face.
Imani puts down the comb, rests her hand on the counter and looks back at me stupid. "Are you dumb?" "This why you ain't got no man. Always looking too deep into shit. Hell, he probably thought you was lookin' good so he smirked. 'Dats it." she stated matter-of-factly, then she continues. "Or, he just wants a piece of the pie." She smiled, with a shrug of her shoulders after that and continues with the lady's hair.
"But, he could already be somebody's man, so why would he be lookin' at me, he prolly messin' with Myra." I stated
Myra looks up from her phone and says, "He's not my man. And I ain't messin' with him. Gross." She rolls her eyes, again. I knew she heard everything, we wasn't tryna be quiet.
Oh, thank the Lord. God bless.
"Good. That's good, very good." I whispered to myself, doing a little dance in my head.
"Who is he to you then?" I ask, boldly
"He's my half brother on my dad's side. Why?"
"Oh nothin', just askin'." I said, and I then get back to minding my own business.
