Stripper (Urban Short Story)

Chapter 5

*WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED R. I SUGGEST 16+ READ IT, BUT IF YOU CAN HANDLE IT READ ON. IF YOU CAN'T, I SUGGEST YOU DON'T READ THE END*

DALILA IN MM

I whispered. "Oh my God."

And to think I escaped this girl in the past. I was looking straight at my worst nightmare. Dalila Evans. This girl was literally the death of me in highschool. She tormented me every single day of my highschool life. Why? I have no idea. And to think this bitch found a way back into my life when everything was going good. Let me tell you guys why I hate this girl. More of a background story.

Highschool you can say was good for me, besides Cruela Dalila. I dated this guy named Antoine. When I tell you this dude was not the most popular, he wasn't. People saw him as a nerd and always teased him for his smartness. But at the same time, they used him for his intelligence. For me, I think he was the cutest guy ever. He wasn't like thoe stuck up basketball/football cliche players that are the most popular people in school and people kiss his feet as he walks in the hallway. Not all. He kept to himself most of the time, but I thought him being a nerd and doing his own thing was quite attractive. 

Now, for Dalila, she wanted to do everything the opposite of me. It was like she was against me all the time. She knew I liked Antoine. How she found out I liked him? Idk, So she thought it was a cute idea to go after him knowing I liked him. And of course, he fell for her trap because she is Ms. Popular and everyones dream girl. Hell yeah I was mad that she stole my crush from me. The thing that got me was that she brainwashed his head with all these filthy lies about me to him. And of course, he believed them and never spoke to me again. 

Ever since then, I stayed far, far away from Dalila. After highschool, we went our separate ways for college and I haven't seen her since then and did not plan to see her. But I guess bad luck follows me everywhere and now here she is at my crush's door asking him why he aint answering his phone for her. Here we go again. 

She laughed. "Well looky here. If it isn't the one and only Alaina. How are you?", she said with that stupid evil grin on her face.

"Why do you care? What are you doing here ... Dalila?", I said crossing my arms over my chest.

She chuckled, "No need to be hostile sweetheart. Just checking up on my man."

I looked over at Angelo and he quickly shook his head and turned to face Dalila.

"Dalila, we aren't together. We have been over for a couple months now. What are even doing here? What did I tell you about showing up to my house without calling me?", He said through gritted teeth.

"Well, maybe if your bitch ass answered the goddamn phone at first, I wouldn't be at your fucking doorstep. You too busy entertaining hoes to answer my calls now?"

I walked up to her, "Little Girl, watch your mouth."

She started hysterically laughing, "Girl if you dont getcho wannabe fake thug ass out my face with all that bullshit. You ain't have all of that mouth in highschool. Now did you?"

"I may not have had it in highschool, but I'm grown now and I promise you that I won't hesitate to sweep the concrete with your face."

Angelo pulled me back softly by the waist before something went down. He whispered in my ear, "Go in the living room and Imma be there in a few."

I continued to glare at her and then finally nodded my head and walked off.

"Yeah bitch. Go in the living room and be a good hoe." I stopped in my tracks and ran back to her. I was so close to grabbing that bitch by her stiff ass weave, but Angelo caught me.