Quincy
P3Looking at my plate I crinkled my nose in disgust.
"What the hell is this" I whispered to Rina. Covering her mouth she continued chewing her food before looking my way.
"Well, she said it was calamari" She laughed.
"I'm not eatin' this shit"
"I didn't want to say anything and seem rude. Plus it looks burnt" She whispered back.
"I see why her kids so angry. She was feedin' them shit like this" I flipped a piece over, wrapping the rest in a napkin. We had been here for a few hours and was on our second plate trying other shit but this wasn't it.
"Shid, if you'on want it I'll take it" Kaylee said reaching over. Curling my lip I shook my head pushing my seatback.
"I'll be back, you want something?" I asked standing.
"Hmm, a ginger ale" Nodding I went on my way to the kitchen.
Putting my cup down I poured some more of the Tequila into it. Maneuvering to the refrigerator I looked around for a can of ginger ale. Spotting it behind the orange cold drink I grabbed it closing it back. Taking hold of the paper cup I raised an eyebrow but ignored the presence in the room.
"Congratulations" Kaylah pushed pass me causing the drink to spill on the counter.
Taking a deep breath I decided to shut up and just clean the shit up. If I decided to flash on ole girl, Rina would jump in it then Celina and I really ain't have the energy for the bullshit.
"So this was planned? To get a rise out of me—" She pushed her long braids over her shoulders.
"You obviously don't kno me"
I cut her off."I knew you enough for you to call my phone at 2 in the morning though right?"
"For sex..." I slowly blinked.
"Years ago? You gotta be kiddin' me righ now?""Don't try to downplay me like I was just some hoe"
"You wasn't my girl Kaylah. I never liked you an' I made that shit clear before and again now"
"Keep making yourself believe that" She replied.
Looking at her shocked I slightly laughed before turning back around.
This bitch is nuts, I thought.
Silence covered the room as I finished cleaning up this mess so I could get outta here.
"So you really doing this?"
"Doin' what Kaylah?" I sighed.
"Having a child with this girl, marrying her"
"That's what you heard righ?" I replied figuring Carina must have said that since they kept bothering her.
"So it's fuck me? Like really?" She widens her feline eyes as if she was surprised.
Getting agitated I gave her my full attention.
"Yes Kaylah, it's been fuck you. Myra is not your friend. She keep makin you believe you got a chance wit me an' you know you don't. I'm in a relationship as you could see. I got her around my family, that's my lady for real"
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Guns & Roses || (August Alsina)
Fanfiction"Sometimes you run into the right person at the wrong time, and things don't always turn out how there expected to be. There may be love but love doesn't over power the act of negativity" 22 year-old Carina Thompson lived a L.A life carelessly, whil...