wrong number.

fourty.

arizoné.

I stood in my mirror, admiring how the color burgundy complimented me. I took a few pictures, saving them for later, and then put some black joggers and a crop top on. As I slid my socks on, I grabbed my few things, slipping my nike slides on. On my way downstairs, I lazily put my hair into a bun.

As soon as I opened the door, here came Jakhayla ol' moody ass. "Where you going, bestfriend?"

"Out."

"Where, hoe? Take me."

"Woah, slow down now. You'n want zero problems, big fella."

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever." As soon as she turned around, I made my way out of the door and to the black lambo Ski lent me. Boss shit in this bitch, even though ian making money like that.

I hopped in, played Banana Klip, and was on my way.

Where?

Naomi's house.