Change The Bad Girl

Chapter Eight.

Normani's POV

Look at him, over there grinning and shit. He thinks he's a big man now because he got a little promotion. Ugh, just looking at him gets on my nerves. I can't believe that I was attracted to him when I was younger. I guess you really do dumb shit when you're young.

Then he has his little tall light skin model looking girlfriend blowing his lien up. I should've known that he was into light skin girls

With all the money I've made from selling pills I could leave this small town and go back to Houston. But I know if I tried to leave I run into all sorts of problems, so I'm parked for the time being.

I looked at my watch and it was time time for me to go. I stood behind the register and began to clock out. "What do you think you're doing?" Y/N asked.

"Clocking out, duhh." I said.

"Wrong, you have two more hours left on your shift." Y/N said.

"You're kidding right?" I asked.

Y/N held up the schedule and I saw that I still had two more hours left on my shift. I took my seat at the counter and waited for the phone to ring so I could take more orders.

"Ratchet Racoon, Bubba needs to see you in his office right now." Timmy said.

I rolled my eyes, "For the hundredth time my name is Normani, Timothy." I said.

"Timmy doesn't care what your name is. And Timmy is tired of everyone calling him by his government name. Timmy's name is Timmy." He said.

"Normani is tired of the bullshit." I said.

"Timmy thinks you should lose the attitude and be nicer to people." Timmy said.

I walked in the back and sat down in the chair with my arms folded. "What is it sir?" I asked.

"I just got off the phone with your mother and we had a very interesting conversation." Bubba said.

"You know my mother?" I asked.

"Of course I do we went to school together. But I didn't call you in here to talk about me, I wanna talk about you. So you like selling stuff huh?" Bubba asked.

"Yeah, I take my old designer shoes and handbags, then sell them online." I said.

"I'm not talking about purses and shoes, I'm talking about drugs." Bubba said.

I put on my innocent face, "I don't know what you're talking about." I said.

"Don't play dumb Normani, it's not a good look for you. I know about the pill operation you were running back in Texas, that's why your hard headed butt go kicked out of school." Bubba said.

"Pause homie, the dean didn't even take the proper steps in this matter. She believed a bunch of hearsay and didn't conduct a thorough investigation. They kicked me out and told me to have a nice life." I said.

"That's the story you're selling?" Bubba asked.

"Mmhm." I said.

"Okay then how do you explain the teddy bear full of pills your mama found in your room? Holding it for a friend?" Bubba asked.