Thugged Out 4: Real Life

THREE- Feel No Ways

Shai in the media.

I just wanna let it be known that the Wattpad Beta app is way better than the simple Wattpad one. That shit be tripping.

"I had to let go of us to show myself what I could do. And that just didn't sit right with you. And now you're trynna make me feel a way, on purpose." - Drake

DREW

My party going down in history. It's more than I even imagined. Mothafuckas won't ever forget about this night. California ain't ever seen no shit like this until now.  People everywhere and it hasn't been a dull moment all night. It's just getting more turned up every single song.

Shai sits next to me. "How much longer you gonna watch that bitch?" she asks. "What bitch?" I ask. She points across the floor at Jessica while she twerks on Ant to Bring It Back. Those two be partying like they twenty something and the crazy part about it is they be killing everybody in the room when they do come out and party. "Don't call her no bitch." I say. "You sitting here staring and shit." she says. "She damn near like an auntie or momma to me, chill out." I demand. "Is that lil ugly ass bitch Reign like an auntie too?" She asks, raising her eyebrow.

"What do she got to do with shit? Mane, get the fuck out my face trying to start shit at my party, bruh. I'll get you escorted the fuck out just like anybody else." I tell her straight up. That's Shai problem. She be thinking she can just test my ass. I'll personally escort her the fuck out and have a driver waiting to take her home if she think she finna fuck my night up. "I wish you would escort me out, Osaze. You got me fucked up." she says, glaring at me.

"Bruh, what's the issue, Shai?" I ask. "You staring at that bitch Jessica, first of all, and I need to know why." she answers. "The fuck? You've met Jessica, mane. What you talking about? Why she gotta be a bitch? You disrespectful for nothing and I dare you to go over there and call her a bitch. She'll leave this bitch bloody as hell. Leave folks alone." I warn her. I don't wanna see my woman fucked up but she talking shit about the wrong person.

"I ain't scared of that bitch. You stare at her every single time she come around. What, you fucking her?" she asks. "I wish." I admit. She slaps me in my face. "See, that is your problem! Why you always gotta be disrespectful?" she snaps. "Quit making a scene, Shai, damn. You asked me a question and I kept it a hundred." I tell her. Women stay asking questions and not really wanting the answer. That's Shai all day long.

"So, that's the lil Reign bitch?" she asks, rolling her neck and shit. "I wouldn't call her no bitch neither. Jessica her momma. Ion have time to be trying to save you from her family, so just quit talking shit." I demand. "Is that her? See, I posted those pictures on Twitter being petty. Damn right since you won't get rid of the mothafuckas. Why the fuck is she even here?" she goes off. "Shai, stop it. She an old friend and nothing else. Mane, I was seventeen when me and her was cool and I'm fuckin' twenty two. Get out my face with that shit." I demand. "An old friend? Yeah, whatever." she says, rolling her eyes.

"How you finna tell me? Was you there?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. "I didn't have to be there to know that bitch more than a fucking old friend. When I walked up and kissed you, that bitch face gave it away! Y'all used to fuck around and it was obvious. The bitch was heartbroken when she saw this ring." she says, smirking like she got the upperhand.

"I haven't talked to her ass since her lil brother and sister were born five years ago. Chill the fuck out." I demand. "So, if I ask that bitch what y'all had going on, she'll say y'all old friends?" she asks. "Find out for yourself." I answer. I don't even give a fuck about trying to stop her no more. Shai is stubborn as hell and she the type who don't listen until shit blow up in her face.