Preachers Kid (Book 1)

17

Gabby Pov

"Ray not my bitch. We just friends that fuck a lot" I shrug

"She done with Chase" I shrugged my shoulders "then why the fuck did you post her. You don't have to be so messy"

"It's my instagram and I can post whatever the fuck I want to post" I say

"Messy" Daniella say

"Not that I care" I shrug once again

"Gabby, did you send Clarissa home" My mother walks to my room

"Yeah, she was throwing up" I say

"How many times do you get your nails done" My mother ask

"She's just fixing them" my nail tech is a beast. She makes home calls and reasonable prices because I always come to her.

"And your father is going out of town and he would like for you to drive him to the jet" my mother say making me roll my eyes

"He has a driver for a reason" I say

"Gabs don't be like that" my mother say making me roll my eyes

"Fine. When does he need a ride" I ask

"In about two hours" She say like it was nothing

"Oh no. Oh hell no! I'm not doing that" I say "at all. Y'all always put me in weird predicaments to make it seem like I'm a bad person"

"Okay Gabby. Stay mad at the world" she slammed my door and walked out

"You paying right" Daniella ask

"I'm glad she didn't touch your nails" I laugh "always looking for a damn handout"

"You wanna be like Chase and shit, that bitch watch out for her friends" Daniella laugh

I stop laughing "you think that's funny? You think that was cute? Y'all hoes do the absolute most. She take care of her friends that's not my business. Go be her friend and ask her to get your nails done"

"Take everything so serious" Daniella roll her eyes

"That's not anything to play with! You stupid as fuck bro" I roll my eyes "get out and stop talking to me before I get pissed off"

She collected her stuff and I continued to get my nails done.

People can say whatever they want about me but one thing for sure my nails and eyebrows stay done.

"You should choose different friends to surround yourself around" My nail tech say

"Better said than done" I've burned bridges with all the nice hoes at my school so the messy hoes is all I have.

"Why didn't you want to take me to the airport" My father ask

"You always tell me stuff last minute. Plus you didn't ask me yourself you sent my mom" I say

"Now I didn't do that. You know she always put herself in equations that have nothing to do with her" My father say "I heard you got into another fight"

I blew my horn "please use your blinker that's why they put them on the damn car"

"Language Gabriella" I rolled my eyes at that cringey ass name

"Everybody calls me Gabby" I say "and I did get into a fight because people be having me messed up. I get bullied at school so I have to handle it"

"How do you get bullied? You don't like wearing Hijabs so you don't do that! You don't like basic cars so you drive a Tesla! Gabby I don't know how to help you" I shrugged my shoulders and sat back in my seat