Good Girls Need Love Too.

the freak.

Rugrat

2:16 PM

"Nigga you sure you gave me the right numba?" I asked my brudda.

Me, Wayne, and Mani sat in the living room in the house that Kenny bought us down here.

It was nice as hell. 4 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, a big ass kitchen, dining room, movie theater, game room, errythanggg.

"Yesssss bra. I already told you that shit 20 times." Dawayne said all dramatic and shit.

"She must ain't text da lil nigga back." Mani laughed and hit Wayne on his arm.

"If you tell her you tryna lick that cat i bet she won't text yo bald head ass back either bitch." She had me shittin na.

"Yo bitch ass just mad cause I'll get a chance to lick it before you even get a reply. Yo green ass, definitely giving me shrimp man energy right na, so hop the fuck off." She spat back.

We was always going back and forth. Both of us had short ass tempers and well.. we were our mother's children.

"Aight both uh y'all chill the fuck out. Ain't even called for, Lele ass ain't fucking neither one uh y'all so shut the fuck up." Dawayne interjected.

Guess he wanted to get that ass lit up too.

"Bitch YOU shut the fuck up!" Mani yelled.

"Before WE clap yo stupid ass." I said right after.

We all busted out laughing. We argued and we laughed.. that's just us. A bunch of bipolar ass muthafuckas.

"But fareal y'all, i wonder why shawty ain't hit my line yet." I said staring at my phone which was charging on the table beside me.

I got up to get some grape juice out of the fridge. The best.

As soon as I grabbed the bottle, i heard a ding. I bout bust my ass running back to that phone.

"Welll zaaamnn." Mani said laughing.

"Waste that "zamnnn" grape juice on my white carpets and imma bust ya ass." Dawayne dumbass think he our damn daddy.

Like I won't kick his black ass out this bitch.

I saw the message from the unknown number and unlocked my phone to see what it said.

2:25 PM (762)-249-8436: hey daddy. 😋 when you coming to see me again? 🥺

2:26 PM Me: who dis?

2:26 PM (762)-249-8436: Shell silly. 🙄

2:27 PM Me: who da fuck is Shell?

2:28 PM (762)-249-8436: We met at the club nigga.. i gave you a dance..

Ohhh the freakkkkk.

2:29 PM Me: oh lol my b... what you tryna do?

Knowing damn well imma shut whatever the shit is down.

2:31 PM Freaky: whatever i did last time. 😏

Except for dat.

2:34 PM Me: ionn recall. think you gotta refresh my memory. 🥱 send dat addy.

2:35 PM Freaky: yessir. 🙃

I smirked and grabbed my keys.

"I guess ol girl text ya back huh?" Mani asked as i opened the front door.

"Sum like dat." I replied with a smile.

Lelani aint had to text me back. Almost forgot who I was for a sec.

I'm gone get ma dick wet regardless, feel me?