Honey Ortiz was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth. Stuck up doesn't even describe her. Always getting what she wants. No isn't in her vocabulary. 23 year old Qasim has always been a product of the street- matter of fact he is the streets! Born...
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Staring at my best friend, I could only make the assumption that she was pregnant. The past few weeks she'd filled all the way out. Wider hips, thicker thighs, titties looking big. I mean my bestie has always had a body but lately it's been like damn Honey, let me get your number.
I snapped her as she pulled her hair up into a sloppy bun. Face free of makeup and only a little gloss.
"O, you been feeling any different?"
Turning around she shook her head.
"Nope, although, corn starch mixed in pickle juice with chocolate drizzle has been my fave lately. Ooh, and strawberries. And bananas and I fucking hate bananas." She replied, licking her lips.
This bitch was most definitely pregnant. I was wondering if I should mention it or let it go.
"You ready? Q, and Kaydence requested lunch today"
She rolled her eyes and grabbed her belongings. "Q and Kay both have mouths, land lines, and cellular devices....you catching what I'm putting down?" she questioned.
Biting my lip, I watched her lock up the house. This female was about to be hella hormonal. O already had attitude but pregnant attitude was gone make me slap her ass.
Getting in the car, she let out a sigh.
"What's the matter boo?"
"Girl, I'm tired. I'm hitting the gym soon. All that eating Qasim have me doing. You ain't tired?"
She sounded like me when I was pregnant. "Nope, I'm fine love bug"
Smiling, she flipped me off starting the car. 10 minutes into the drive Q called. O answered sounding aggravated as hell.
"If you calling for food, you can order and have it delivered. The answer is no. No. Mmm kay! I love you. Bye Qasim"
Ending the call, she turned the radio up and sang along to Kendrick Lamar's Loyalty. A few minutes later we were pulling up at the shop. Cutting the engine we both grabbed our things. From the look of things, I could tell it was going to be a slow day. Sitting my purse on the counter I started digging through it. Finding what I wanted I threw it at Honey.
"Pee on that because your attitude is on one"
Staring me up and down for a moment, she sucked her teeth.
"I'm good, I don't need to pee on anything"
Mugging her I grabbed her arm dragging her down the hall towards the bathroom.
"It won't hurt to check O"
She snatched the stick from me, and went in the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush, and a few moments later the door was opening.
"I put it on the counter and set a timer. It's going to be negative so I'm not worried" she retorted, rolling her eyes.
