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chapter 6

NYLA  walked out the bathroom with a towel wrapped tightly around her breast and lower body. Her hair dripped water with every move she made wetting everything around her.

"Baby girl hurry up and get the blow dryer." Travis said glancing at her.

Nyla went to his bedroom door and swung it open being hit with loud laughter. "Travis" She snapped making him and Jordan give her their attention. "Why didn't you tell me you have company" She shut the door back then looked back at him waiting for a answer.

"My bad, I forgot." He responded, "Jordan go get the blow dryer for her." He didn't say it in a demanding tone so Jordan quietly got up and exited the room to do his request. "Problem solved."

"Thank you." She went into his closet and dropped her towel grabbing a white lace pantie and bra set from Victoria Secret. After she put it on she walked out the closet just as Jordan walked into the room.

"Why out of all the shit in there you put on mine?" Jordan mugged Nyla as she handed her a big pink flower print blow dryer.

"This isn't yours, it's mine." Nyla spoke back pushing her towel in Jordan hands who threw it on Travis.

"Nyla I know what my shit look like but it's coo. I just wanted to wear it first." Jordan walked around her dismissing the conversation but Nyla wasn't finished.

"How did you wanna wear my shit before me?" She spun around in Jordan direction and stared her down but Jordan paid her no attention as she texted away on her phone.

Travis finally looked up from his phone hearing Nyla curse because it's rare. He eyed the pantie and bra set trying to figure out who's it is his self.

"That shit look mad big on you so I know it's mine." Jordan's butt and breast are bigger than Nyla's so she would know just by how it fits if it's her's or not.

"Sorry, not everybody likes wearing tight things like you."

That comment made Jordan drop her phone and look up at Nyla.

"Mane y'all find any fuckin thing to fight over." Travis spoke. "It don't matter who's it is, I bought it and it's plenty more in there."

"Exactly. I picked up a fucking small, Jordan you wear a medium."

"Jordan it's her's brah. If you want one that look like that i'll get you some, no problem but you gotta tighten up."

Jordan didn't care who's it was anymore, she was still on the comment Nyla made about her. "Nyla wassup?" She stood up sliding off her rings "See, you been movin real funny lately talkin yo lil shit." She then took her hoops off. "Lets just-"

"Mane sit the fuck down Jordan damn." Travis stood up going to Jordan's face. "I told you about all this extra shit you be doin."

Jordan and Travis were so busy going back and forth that they didn't even notice Nyla slip on a shirt.

By the time Travis got Jordan to sit down Nyla was already headed over to them. "Nyla-"

As soon as Travis stepped from infront of Jordan Nyla tagged Jordan her right in her face. She then pulled Jordan off the bed by her ponytail. "I'm so tired of yo fake ass." Nyla shouted as she landed a punch on Jordan for every word she said.