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Chanel | Mari ; viewpoint 7:30 p.m
"No, Trell. You ask me the same shit every time and the answer is gonna remain the same" I said, on FaceTime.
He smacked his lips, "You telling me you damn near 'bout to be....what? 22 and you ain't sucked dick not once?" He asked.
"No. The fuck? Is it that hard to believe?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. He nodded. I scoffed.
"I'm saying tho, when you gon' let me come see you?" He asked. I rolled my eyes.
"All you tryna do is fuck, Trell. I'm not stupid" I said.
"No I'm not" he said.
"So say you come over here, what you gone do?" I asked.
"We gone talk for a little, turn on some Netflix or some', THEN ima fuck" he said. I mugged him.
"Goodnight" I said, then hung up. He tried to call back but I blocked him.
Highkey, I regretted telling him that I was a part time stripper because he thinks I'm a typical one, that does that extra shit and I'm not. I got respect for myself as I should, and I damn sure ain't about to let no nigga change that.
I put my phone down. My shift at Deeno's starts at around 10. I been at my day job since 8 this morning and I got off a whole hour ago. I worked at this little restaurant as a server. They paid good, but not as good as the club.
After I put my phone on the charger, I set an alarm for 9:20 so I can get up. I got in my bed and I closed my eyes, trying to sleep. My mind was building blocks and I kept hearing things in my head.
What the fuck are you doing with yourself, Chanel? You really wanna be a hooker for the rest of your life?
The echo of my mother's voice sounded.
I turned onto my back and looked at the ceiling. Sometimes I wish I could have changed my ways before she died. Possibly made her more prouder than she ever was of me. But to her, I was a big disappointment.
I turned back on my side and closed my eyes. Eventually, going to sleep.
< 2:08 a.m tips; $7240, $6210 total: $13,450
"Whew, Lamar can you get me some water please?" I asked, as I stopped at the bar after my stage time.
He nodded and went to the back, throwing his towel over his shoulder. He came back with my bottle.
