Angel was on the phone talking to some dude she met at the mall the other day. I sat on my bed eating peach rings and drinking fruit punch Minute Maid. My go-to snacks when I'm high. After a while, I unlock my phone and start scrolling through my Instagram.
TSR: UPCOMING RAPPER YNW RYAN BEHIND BARS AFTER BEING CHARGED WITH DOMESTIC VIOLENCE TOWARDS HIS BABYMOTHER
I scrolled through the comments and saw all these thirsty hoes commenting "free him" with emojis. I kept scrolling and saw Trap with a picture of himself in about five or six white gold chains and a Patek in a green Gucci outfit with the caption "Pray the judge give that boy a bond so I can pop him" the lyrics to Lil Baby and Da Baby single "Baby".
This is why I don't date now. Too much to be worried about.
"Angel get up! You don't hear yo fucking phone ringing loud as fuck!" I threw the sofa pillow at her head. She was knocked out.
I picked up her phone because I saw it was Trap and let's be clear we're going to need weed later so I am not trying to miss this.
"Trap it's London, she sleep but what's up?" I asked him slightly grinning.
"You don't have to tell me who it is, I know my wife voice anywhere." You can tell he was smoking because he was exhaling smoke all in my ear.
" I am not your wife. I'm London, Angel's sister now where are you?" I snapped back getting annoyed by his antics. He's definitely the king of finesse but I'm the mother.
"Bro you always mean as fuck to me and ion do nothing but try to make you smile. But if that's how you really feel I'll respect it. I'm about to pull up, what's y'all gate code?" He sounded sincere and disappointed at the same time.
"Um let me call you back because I don't know." I didn't even think of that.
"How you don't know the gate code to where you live?" Trap was annoyed at this point. Especially since I didn't give in to his little tricks.
"Nigga I just moved here today . Like I said let me call you back until then wait up front." I hung up. I knew he was going to have an attitude but he wanted me more so I knew he wouldn't leave. I called my mom to find out what the code is and it's no surprise she's not answering.
"Angel wake the fuck up. Trap up front with the weed and I don't know the gate code." I shrugged her. She began to wipe her eyes. Her high ass was in a deep sleep. She's been sleeping a lot lately.
"Girl you're gonna have to walk up there with the key card, mama already said her phone was about to die and she didn't have her charger. " Her big headed ass went back to sleep.
Annoyed, I slid on my grey Milano sweatsuit and Chanel fur slippers. I then grabbed my house and gate key to begin the walk up to the front. I'm not going to lie it was kind of far. When I got to the front I didn't see his car. I pulled out Angels phone that I mistakenly slid in my pocket
"Where THE FUCK are you? I know you didn't leave! " I snapped at him.
"Chill out ma I'm already inside." He smirked.
"So WHY THE FUCK didn't you say that before I walked all the way up here? And how did you even get in?" I was so annoyed snapping at him while walking back inside the gate. I then saw a black 2020 Mercedes pull up next to me with tinted windows. The driver window pulled down and all I saw was his pretty white teeth and shiny Patek as he grabbed his chin hairs.
"Get in ma." He was smiling at me while eyeing me up and down. I went around the front of the car and smiled because he gets on my nerve but he's so damn fine. When I got inside the car he bit his bottom lip while handing me a purple crown royal bag.
