Santana Harris has had her fair share of relationships. She is 25 and trying so hard not to be the bitter friend but love has bit her in the ass too many times. She isn't trying to give anyone the time of day because once she begins to fall, they al...
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"Wait. Wait. Wait." Megan's dramatic ass was out of breath from laughing so hard. We were out eating at one of the restaurants off of the beach. "He said East is false claiming? Nah, I'm crying." And she really was. Early this morning we woke up, got ready for the day and left the men in the house as they watched basketball. The NBA conference finals weren't about to take this beautiful scenery away from me. Besides, everyone knew which two teams were meeting in the Finals.
"Look at San's face. She's not entertained." Bella joked.
"Girl," I shrugged. "I'm not stressing it. I felt bad for East because his feelings were hurt but I told him that nigga was flakey. My spidey sense is never wrong."
"He has to slap him. Not punch him but open hand, bitch slap him for that." Megan said, calming down. "He even started comin' at Bully them. He crossed the line."
"That's why Easton was gone all night?" Sanaa asked, sipping on her mimosa.
"Yes. He made a six minute diss." I started laughing. "He was big mad y'all. It's not funny but-" I started rolling. "I told him! He should have listened to me. Now I have to slap Tray's girl off of the strength."
"You're a mama now. You can't keep movin' like that." My sister said. "I'm usually down for the crazy but y'all are really in the spotlight now. You have to move carefully."
"I'll slap her for you." Megan shrugged, casually. "You know I'm with all the bullshit." I looked around this table at my girls and smiled. They all really meant a lot to me forreal. I didn't know where I would be without them. My best friend wanted me to grow, so she resorted to doing my dirty work. It didn't get any realer than that.
"You don't have to do that. It won't give me the same satisfaction."
"What this nigga look like anyways?" Bella asked, pulling her phone out.
"Google Tray Pizzy."
A few minutes later she dropped her phone down on the table. "Yuck. I know you fuckin' lyin'. He looks a smoke away from bein' a damn crackhead." They passed the phone around taking jabs at him. "I'm weak. Last week. This nigga really lost his mind trying to come at East like that."
"That's why they say you can't show love to everyone." I stood from the table and stretched. We paid our bill over twenty minutes ago but were too busy gossiping to move. "Let's go on the beach now."
"They don't have jelly fish, right?" Bella asked, pushing her chair in.
"If one stings you, just pee on yourself." Sanaa was so damn silly.
