Rhymes of Passion

Chapter 2

Karma's POV

I hesitated as I thought of what to say. Do I give him my real name or should I make up something? I was here to play a role anyways so why not act like an up and comer. Driver definitely wasn't my type but little did he know I was looking in his direction since he came in the door. He didn't even have to introduce his self to me, everybody who is anybody knew who Loonie Gang were and what they were about, even people outside of the battle rap world! Yeah some of them might look pussy but as they say don't judge a book by its cover! His homeboy is who I came for though. And Driver coming to talk to me, might be damn near perfect. A slick smile spread across my lips, I knew I couldn't keep him waiting much longer so I said the first thing that came to mind...

"Miss Trendy" I finally responded!
It was a play off of my homegirls battle name, Fashionista! She's one of the top females in the game right now.

"I don't think I seen you around before," he said. Which just lets me know that me being incognito was a success.

"Naw I don't get out much. I had to come see my girl Fashionista kill it tonight though!" I mean that was part of the truth but she didn't even know I was coming. I planned to come in, do my thing and duck off before she even sees me. Because if she sees me like this, she'll definitely be suspicious.

I've been to a fair share of events, ones mainly including Loonie Gang members, but I usually play the background to scope out the scene and see how they move. This time I wanted to be seen though because it was time for action. I wore a pink bodycon mini dress that hugged my body in all the right places to accentuate my curves with matching pink booties. I was looking good so I knew I would get the fellas attention.

"She's my motivation," I continued, "I hope to be as big as her one day."

"You battle?" He said with an unbelievable look on his face as he looked me up and down.

"No," I chuckled, "But I will be starting soon!"

Driver and I continued talking throughout the whole intermission while waiting for the next battle to start. I told him that I had a sparring session coming up soon and although I was there to see my homegirl battle, I was also there to check out the competition. Now if only I can convince Fashionista to get me a sparring session! He told me a little about his self, none of which I hadn't already known. When I do my research, I do it well. The next battle was about to start so I told Driver I would talk to him later so I can get a good view, he said he hoped so. I smiled and then rolled my eyes once my back was towards him.

"Yo it's ya boy Slaaaaappppp," Slap said into the microphone, "we getting ready to start the next battle! Over here to my right we got..."

"It's Nitelyt, sweet dreams lil bitch cause you about to go night night."

Slap chuckled with the crowd, "Alright and over here to my left, we got..."

"Yo it's ya girl Fashionista... y'all already know this nigga dead, it was nice to meet ya!"

The ladies in the building got hype, somebody in the crowd yelled out to Fashionista, "kill that nigga!" At this point, I had already made my way towards the bar area so I could be in the shadows.

Sometimes I still feel bad for the way I had played Fashionista in the past. It wasn't no accident or coincidence when we met a few months back. I heard she was fucking with one of the Looney Gang members so the initial plan was to get in good with her, to get close to them. I saw her go into the bathroom at one of the all female events. She was in there for a while and then a few more cards she was on, I had noticed the same thing. I just assumed she might've been taking a shit, like nerves or something before her battles. One day, at a different event, I said fuck it and went in there. She was practicing her rounds, I just proceeded to use the bathroom and leave her be cause I didn't want to interrupt. After I washed my hands and was about to leave the bathroom she stopped me and asked me what I thought about a few of her bars. I listened and gave my honest opinion. We talked for a few minutes and before parting ways I gave her my number for if she ever needed someone to listen and get an opinion from a fans point of view.

We kept in touch and she became real cool with me after a while, to the point where she even trusted me with her private business. Come to find out she wasn't messing with anybody from their squad. But she was good for the inside scoop as she had a way of finding out people's personal information so I kept her close.

I ordered up a drink and sipped on it while catching the end of Nitelyt's round.

"And this dirty bitch got the nerve to be named Fashionista, bitch more like Fashion Nova. But a lost less cheap, I wouldn't fuck you with a limp dick, this thing is ova!"

Of course the fellas went wild for that corny shit. I sipped and shook my head. Fashionista went second, I already heard her round but I decided to sit through it anyways.

"You said you wouldn't fuck me if ya shit was limp, that shit is sick. You're disgusting and you disgust me, I wouldn't fuck you if you had my niggas dick!"

I almost choked on my drink when I heard her rebuttal. The rest of her round went exactly the way she wrote it. When the battle was over, I made my exit while everyone was huddling near Fashionista and Nitelyt. I slipped a napkin into Driver's hand when I walked by him that had my number written on it and proceeded out of the venue.

Finally home, I was ready to get out of the outfit I wore and get comfortable. I only managed to get my shoes off before my phone started ringing. I just knew it was Driver, he seems like a thirsty nigga. I shook my head and grabbed my phone. I let out a quiet "shit" when I seen the name on the screen. I thought he wouldn't call until the morning. I was not in the mood to talk about how the night went, I was just ready to crash. I let out a sigh before I answered my phone.

"Hello..."
"Did you get it done?"
"Yes my day was fine Ra'keem, thanks for asking," I shook my head as I responded, "And sort of!"

I knew that wasn't the answer he wanted to hear. His temper and patience has been real short every since my love and his best friend Kane got killed. He wanted revenge and was tired of waiting on it.

"What you mean sort of?"
"I mean sort of" I responded, "he showed up to the event but before I even got a chance to try to swerve on him, his homeboy hollered at me."
"You was supposed to get at that nigga, I don't know why you ain't stick to the plan..."
"Chill," I cut him off, "this might work out even better."
"How the fuck is this supposed to work out better?"
"You'll see!"