Enough said.

❝ frat party ❞

( Two weeks later )

Zonnique

I stood near the shoe wall, scrolling down my cellphone. Today I'm at work which is at 'DTLR'. I'm a salesperson, who helps people around the store and whatnot. The job is pretty cool when the customers aren't rude. It's been plenty occasions where I had to curse someone out. They think just because I'm an employee, they can talk shit- no. Once you cross that line I will lay your ass out on the spot. As I continued looking on instagram, I noticed someone had just walked inside. My eyebrow raised seeing Romero and some girl together. I started to make assumptions but I'm not even suppose to care. I have a boyfriend- well kinda. Zoey hasn't called in three days and its irritating. Bad enough I'm way across the damn country.

"Zonnique go help them." My boss, Jacob ordered.

I rolled my eyes and slid my phone inside my pocket. I didn't even want to go over there. As I came into his eyesight, he looked at me with shock and confusion written all over his face.

"Zonnique?"

"No its frosty the snowman." I replied sarcastically before plastering a smile on my face. "Do you guys need any help?"

"Wait, Ro you know this girl?" His 'friend' asked.

"Yeah."

"How-"

"Excuse me but that's none of your business."

She looked me up and down. "Actually it is, since Romero and I are talking."

"Talking?" I burst out in laughter. "The only thing y'all are talking about is fucking."

"Zonnique." Romero groaned.

"No you need to tell your hoes to stay in their place keep their fucking mouths shut. Trust me babygirl, you ain't the only one he's talking to." I said then shook my head. I know I sound mean but the truth hurts. He's such a man whore sometimes.

The girl dropped her mouth. "Did you just call me a hoe?"

"If the shoe fits, wear it. Obviously you're labeling yourself as a hoe walking around with ya ass hanging half out. Damn do you not respect yourself?"

"Bitch who-"

"See that's where you got me fucked up at. I'd advise you to find another way to approach me because calling me out my name, will get your feelings hurt." I cut her off immediately before she could finish.

The girl looked at Romero. "You're just going to let her talk to me like that!"

He sucked his teeth. "Shit Amanda, just go somewhere."

She starred at him in disbelief before walking out the store.

"Train your bitches not to talk to me like seriously. If I wasn't on the clock, her ass was grass."

"Sounds like you're jealous."

"Sounds like you got me fucked up." I laughed and fixed some clothes on the racks. He's so predictable.

"Mhm so when did you start working here?" Romero asked.

"About a month ago."

"Oh that's cool. You're coming to my game friday or nah?"

"Nah."

He starred at me blankly.

"I'm playing, you know I'm coming to cheer for you bae!" I exclaimed. "I might even wear a shirt with your name and number on it."