Lelani was sick and tired of being a Good Girl.. while contemplating on changing her "image", she meets 20 year old, Damari Thomas. Will he make it easier for Lelani to be herself? Or will he bring out the side that no one ever expected to see?
"Shit, I'm about to be late." I ran out of the bathroom and scrambled to put on my work uniform.
Ever since that night that Rugrat and Mani came over, things have been going great for me.
I got a job as hostess at Pappadeaux Seafood Kitchen, about 15 minutes away from my house.
Milan was never home anymore, and when she was, she was super nice to everyone. I guess Jamai finally doing something right.
Me and Mani even became friends. I'm still cautious though, because i know my track history with bitches.
Only thing that was getting to me was the fact that I haven't seen or talked to Rugrat since that night.
I hate getting attached.
We might not even have anything in common. When we were talking, he seems so experienced in life. I've always been so sheltered. Plus, im only in high school. He's damn near outta college. He probably looks at me the same way Dawayne does: as a new little sister.
Maybe it's for the best.
I pulled into the parking garage at my job, blasting Malcolm by G Herbo. It's my favorite song. A fucking classic. No we do not skip herb songs over herrr.
Hopefully today will be a good one.
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Rugrat
"Damnn lil rug, we aint seen you ina minute jit." my boy, Jacquavius, said as he dapped me up. We been thuggin since pampers.
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"I know brudda, but we back & better Glokk." I replied, calling him by his nickname.
"Fasho fasho. Putting on fo the O in da A." He smiled.
"Dasss right."
"Wassup wit da hoes boy?"
"Nigga you been down here wayyyy before me, i should be askin you dat!" I laughed at the nigga. Mans been down here for some years, i know he done got his fair share of pussy. Bra was a mac in Florida, i know he was punishing shit up hea.
I started up my benz and played G Herbo's song Malcolm. A fucking classic.
"Nigga you stillll listening to this shit?" Glokk asked me.
"What da hoes say? AND IS. You know this my shit bruddaa."
..
Me and Glokk was sposed to meet the rest of our boys who moved up here at some fancy ass seafood restaurant.
Ian really want everybody cooking my shit, cause some people don't be cooking they shit right. No seasoning on the shit, but they said the bitch bussin so i had to go try it myself.
We pulled up & i seen this fly ass breezie get out her car with a uniform on. She looked mad familiar but I didn't recognize her....
We decided to roll up before we went in cause Glokk ass can't eat until he smoke. Feenin ass.
But my mind kept wandering to the shawty I seen walking in the restaurant a minute ago. Maybe my eyes was playing tricks on me..
