Onika Minaj Imagine
"I lied, I lied
To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh
To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh oh"-------
Previously
When you didn't say anything Nicki continued, now holding her hand out. "Give me my damn phone back then get the fuck outta my damn studio."
You sighed in defeat as you handed Onika back her phone, which she snatched out of your hand. Then you made your way to the studio door.
As you opened the door to walk out you stopped and looked back at Nicki to say something when you got cut off.. what a surprised. Not. "Y/n I really don't want to hear your voice again so can you just not." She then pushed you out of the studio and into the hallway. "Thanks boo." Was the last thing Nicki said before giving you a fake ass smile then slamming the door in your damn face.
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You release a deep breath before opening the door to your Maserati.
It wasn't a secret that Onika was going to be at the party you were about to go into. I mean it was Wayne's party and he made sure to include the fact that Nicki was going be there so you wouldn't be blindsided. You still agreed to be there for a couple of reasons the biggest being you were high as a giraffe's dick when he told you. Two you knew the party was going to be dope. Three a very small part of you wanted to see Onika's mean ass... Just a small part.
Pocketing your keys you head into the open door mansion.
As soon as you made it through the doorway people started yelling your name and other random stuff. Apart of you was just trying to figure out why the hell they were yelling because you were actually trying to have eardrums tomorrow morning and between the loud music and these motherfuckers you were going to have to apply for a hearing aid.
Nonetheless, you gave them all a grin and waved as you made your way to the kitchen because if you were going to be deaf tomorrow you might as well be white girl wasted today. It's really great logic.
You see the Bacardi in the middle of the island and immediately go to grab it but someone beats you to it.
"Don't drink dat." She spoke her accent thick.
Your eyebrows furrow at the singer. "Why not?"
She rolls her eyes. "Y/n I know ya well enough to know that ya only drink Bacardi when ya wanna get wasted an the last time that happen ya ended up half-naked at taco bell trying to put hot sauce on your titties."
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