𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞

1-10

October 31, 2019

BASHAR

"Wait-"

"Yes?" I groaned, tired of Jazmin's shit.

"Aight don't be rude damn. Your pants sagging a lil too much. Your ass cheeks nearly out. Eva would beat you if she saw that," she answered.

"Her lil self can't beat nun," I mumbled, hoping she ain't hear me. "What you said? Sum bout my good sis Eva not being able to beat you?" Jazzy teased and I flung her my middle finger before looking at myself in the mirror.

I dressed in a simple tank top. It was loose enough to hide the lil fat on my belly but fit enough that it wasn't baggy. It was matched with blue cargo pants. The pants were more than baggy, sagging below my waist.

My hair was braided in 6 cornrows that went straight back and as I mugged Jazmin, the character I was imitating began to show even more.

"If a nigga ask who I'm supposed to be tonight, imma have to fight," I mumbled.

"Nah for real though. You look just like him with that mug. It's the hair for me," Jazmin said laughing.

"If you don't know who Riley Freeman is, what you doing with your life?" I asked. "Not a damn thing," Jazmin answered, clicking her tongue.

She chose a Bratz theme for her look. She had on a two-piece set with a glittery purple mini skirt and a matching long-sleeve crop top with a slight turtle neck. She wore a purple fur jacket over it. Her hair sat in a high bun with small curls coming out and, as usual, laid edges.

The outfit was cute but that was expected from Jazmin.

August, who was supposed to meet us here an hour ago, finally came out of the bathroom changed and ready.

"How your ass take a nap two hours before you're supposed to be somewhere?" I instigated hoping Jazmin would say something.

The two of them had been tense since her birthday. They barely spoke and they both kept a distance between each other whenever they were in the same room.

When I asked Jazmin what happened, she said ask August. When I asked August, he shrugged, said leave it alone, and walked away.

They fought all the time but this felt more serious. I knew some shit serious had happened but they wouldn't tell me or Leon. We'd decided to mind our business. If that shit lasts until New Year's, I'm blowing a fuse cause what. the. actual. fuck?

I shook the irritation off and checked my phone to see if Eva had answered. She'd been busy all day but she wouldn't tell me exactly what she was doing.

"I swear she keep playing with me like I won't bust her shit in," I muttered.

"She's busy nigga. You be busy too in that lil studio but she doesn't complain. Let her be. You know she got a life too," scolded Jazmin.

I hummed, understanding but still wanting a response. I'd been on delivered for two hours straight.

"I've never seen you so impatient," Jazmin mentioned, wriggling her brows.

"Mind yours," I told her, shutting the teasing down.

"By the way, you been on that phone more and more lately," I pried. She hummed, egging me on.

I stale faced her. "Fuck is you talking to?" I asked and she laughed. "You are not my keeper. Stop playing. But if you must know, it's my friend Arabelle."

"The stripper?" I asked confused. "Yea, she's cool," Jazmin answered.

"I hope you not on no pole shaking your ass anywhere," I muttered. "Shut the fuck up. Sound ignorant as hell," she snapped.