Thot Stamp

the cover up

Mariyah was a mess when Laura finally met up with her. Her natural curly hair was in shambles all over her head. She had on her usual attire of sweatpants and a hoodie sweater but it looked off. She didn’t even have make-up on. She looked like a nervous wreck and more importantly a mad one.

Mariyah had already occupied a booth in the back when Laura walked into Frosty’s. She waved at Laura with a faint smile and Laura walked towards the booth.

“I already ordered your usual,” Mariyah said as Laura sat down.

“Thanks,” Laura said scooting into the booth seat.

Mariyah nodded with a faint smile again then lowered her head.

“So what’s going on?” Laura asked trying to sound concern.

A tear dropped down Mariyah’s eye as she lifted her head and looked at Laura.

“I just don’t believe this shit,” Mariyah said.

Laura hated seeing her friend look like this. Sure, she wanted Marquez to herself but she wanted her best friend to gradually give Marquez up not be tormented by it.

“So what do you hear?” Laura said trying to remember herself if she said anything incriminating.

“What do you think I heard?” Mariyah said and another tear dropped. “Him fucking another bitch. I’m sorry. I’m just hurt. I mean I try to do everything for that man and he goes and pull a stunt like this.”

Laura was about to say something when a blonde haired waitress brought their two milkshakes to the table. Mariyah had the chocolate shake while Laura always loved the strawberry and vanilla combo. The waitress placed their order on the table, smiled and asked if there was anything else they needed.

“No,” Mariyah replied snidely.

The waitress just smiled again and walked away.

“Do you see that bitch?” Mariyah asked after the waitress was far enough out of ear shot. “Smiling all in my face.”

“That’s her job,” Laura said not getting why her friend was upset with the waitress.

“For all I know that could be the bitch fucking my man and smiling in my face,” Mariyah remarked.

Laura had a shocked look on her face.

“I can’t trust any bitches,” Mariyah said. “I mean I know these hoes want my man but I thought you know I had my shit on lock.”

“I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think it is,” Laura said then felt her cell phone buzz in her clutch purse.

She opened the clutch and pulled out her phone. It was a message from Marquez. Laura looked at Mariyah who was sipping on her milkshake like a sad child that just found out there was no Santa Claus. Laura shielded her phone by cupping it in her hand so Mariyah wouldn’t see it and looked at the message.

Laura shook her head. That nigga had the nerve to ask her if she met up with Mariyah and if Mariyah was alright? Laura wanted to reply to him by texting, ‘No, nigga, because you’re a dirty dog.’ But instead she secretly typed him that she was working on calming Mariyah down. His response was should he call or text Mariyah to start trying to build an alibi?

Laura rolled her eyes. Too little, too late, nigga.

Laura texted back, ‘Do what you got to do, player.’

Laura put her phone back in her clutch.

“Who was that?” Mariyah inquired.

“Javon sweating me,” Laura lied.