It had been a couple weeks after Justin took Aaliyah's virginity and they had hung out a couple more times which would turn into them having sex but Aaliyah hadn't heard from him all day today.
"Bro I'm at a thousand views on this lil freestyle. You was right Liyah it was only right I posted it." "I told you it was hard." She cracked a smile as she scribbled a few lines in her notebook. "Now you gotta drop one soon but not soon so it's not like you copied but not like you got clout from me either." "Girl shit up." She threw her pencil at Chanel.
They were sitting in Aaliyah's room going back and forth rhyming.
"I might have to slap a hoe, you lackin imma wack you hoe..." Aaliyah mumbled to herself as she listened to the beat. She scrunched her face up as she ripped the page out and threw in the garbage.
"Aaliyah, you been doing this shit for thirty minutes straight, you just had some fire and you keep throwing shit away."
She was bothered by Justin and it was already ten.
"Let's make a trip." Chanel shrugged her shoulders cause she's always with the shits no questions asked. Aaliyah called up Tink and they were on their way to the spot.
"Ugh this bright ass car we supposed to be low." Chanel groaned. "I say we walk in and just turn some shit up." Aaliyah opened the door and Chanel pulled it back closed. "Sit yo dumbass down, that's my area of things." Aaliyah sat back and crossed her arms. "Imma go in there cause Tony ain't gone even let yo ass get past and he ain't supposed to know wassup." "What exactly is goin on?" Tink looked back at them. "I wish I could tell you." Aaliyah covered her face. "Yea Tink no opp shit. Sorry you were forced to sign up but it's better you don't know so you won't be in trouble." "Whatever." She shook her head went back to scrolling on her phone. "Stay the fuck here." Chanel hopped out the car and slammed the door.
Tink parked further down by an abandon building so no one would see the car.
Chanel
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Chanel pulled the garage door open and everyone pulled out their guns. "PUT THAT SHIT DOWN PUSSIES!" They boys all groaned and shit talked as they quickly put up their weapons.
Chanel pulled the garage door back down and looked around. "When you broke muhfuckas gone install a door in this bitch." She mumbled to herself.
"Man who the fuck left the door unlocked?" Tony stopped counting his money and looked back at everyone. They stood in silence. "Give me break bro." Chanel squeezed his shoulder. "Man whatever.... yo where the fuck is yo clothes." He looked her up and down. "Fuck outta here I'm grown." She snatched his bag of chips and looked over at Justin who was whispering in Briana's ear. "Whatever." Tony went back to counting his money.
"Ayo Justin let me holla at ya real quick." She walked up on him and squeeze his arm tight." "Yo what da fuck, strong arm ass." She pulled him away from the girl. "Wassup." He folded his arms and leaned back on the wall. "Come here, come to my face before I break yours." He sighed and leaned down towards hers. She quickly pulled out her gun pointing it towards his penis. "You got a problem keepin ya fuckin dick in ya pants. Don't you?" She whisper yelled. "Stop fuckin playin Chanel." He growled. "Ah ah, don't bring no attention over here. That's what you want? You wanna let people see you getting hoed? You better watch ya fuckin volume nigga." He gave her a nasty look as she jumped at him. "Be glad I ain't punch you nigga... stay away from Aaliyah or next imma let Tony rip your fuckin body apart for even touching her." She smacked his head hard and rubbed his shoulder before walking off.
"Um excuse me?" Briana walked up on her. "Bitch excuse you." Chanel turned around and snatched her arm. "Let go of me what the fuck." Briana pushed her off before anyone could see. "Listen don't walk up behind nobody in this bitch." Briana nodded her head and proceeded to follow Chanel. "Can I fuckin help you?" "Are you close with Justin." "Why?" Chanel crossed her arms. "Cause I'm pregnant and I don't know who to turn to. If my parents find out.. I.." "Oh noooo, nope. There's your help." She cut the girl off and pointed to Justin, speed walking towards the exit. "You muhfuckas need to get the door to work in this bitch!" She yelled before closing the garage door behind her.
"So what happened?." Aaliyah asked. "BITCH... oh ma, what the fuck?" Chanel rubbed her forehead. "Aaliyah I told you to stay in the car." "I know but, you took a while.... so what happened?" "Nothing. I was chopping it up with Reese and them. Let's go." "Bullshit." Aaliyah attempted to open the garage which caused her and Chanel to wrestle over it. "Bitch stop before they come out here!" They grabbed and pushed on each other without trying to physically hurt one another. "Chanel let go before I smack the shit out you."
They were now on the ground with Chanel pinning her down. "Are you done?" Aaliyah snatched Chanel's jacket pulling her down and got a hold of her hair. "Bitch I'm finna fuck you up." She snatched her hair her hair back." "Ow fuck!" Aaliyah whisper yelled
"What the fuck!?" Tink ran over to them and pulled them apart. "Get y'all ass in the fuckin car now!" They heard a loud banging noise from the garage and sprinted to the car.
"Shit!" Chanel leaned over the car. "Damn I told yo fat ass do track with me goof bitch." "Fuck you ugly hoe." Chanel gasped for air.
Aaliyah felt a little faint but kept it together. Something didn't feel right. "Get in the car before they find us bro." Tink quietly opened the door and they copied.
The girls decided to go to Sweets, a hookah bar downtown since it was late and Tink was banned from Applebee's from arguing with Tony there.
"Bro I look like a bum cause yo dumb ass, you got my sleeve dirty folks." Aaliyah complained as they walked in.
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"Shut yo crybaby ass up." The two began to bicker until the host showed up. "Thank god." Tink sat up from the waiting area and greeted her. "Table for three?" "Duh." Chanel mumbled. Aaliyah hit her arm and gave her a look of dissatisfaction.
"Follow me."
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They sat in the back and observed the people on the dance floor. Tink and Chanel joked back and forth with each other about the drunk people there while Aaliyah struggled in her seat. She felt hot and as if she couldn't breath. The loud music and flashing lights were making her irritable. "What the fuck you look like shit! Come on." Chanel turned to her and pulled her out of the booth. "Hospital?" Tink grabbed her other side. "NO! NO!" Aaliyah panicked. "Shhhhhh shutthefuck up! We not taking her there." They took her to the bathroom with a glass of water. Chanel took the jacket off of her and Tink held her glass while letting her sip. "What the fuck is happening?" "I don't fuckin know ain't you supposed to be the CNN with the drug dealer boyfriend?" "Chanel I should slap the fuck out you, it's CNA and I could never!" "Aw shit." Chanel tried not to laugh but Aaliyah let out a faint chuckle causing her to laugh with her. Suddenly Aaliyah turned to the toilet and let it all out as the girls held her hair back.
