Gangstress

May 1999 (2)

***Angel's POV***

Today I was in the studio with Mobb Deep, laying my verse and the hook that I had written for the Quiet Storm remix. Even though I was still on my anger spree, I tried really hard to not let that come through on this track. I wanted it to be all my skill, and have no traces of Marshall in it. 

I also knew I had to bring my absolute best bars to this song. I mean, I was on a track with fuckin' Mobb Deep. I really had to hold my own on this so my verse didn't get lost in theirs. Thankfully, I had already started writing it before me and Marshall broke up, so I didn't have to try very hard to not let emotions get in the way of it. 

We had been writing and recording all day, and I was having the most fun I had had in a long time with them. They were so funny, and they were also super easy to talk to. You would think for them being New York legends that they would have their heads up their asses, but they were actually really down to earth and humble, which I appreciated. 

Havoc was currently in the booth going through his verse and trying to make it perfect, while I was sitting on the couch smoking a blunt with Prodigy. I could tell he had been lightly flirting with me all day, which was such a nice feeling. I forgot what being hit on felt like, and it just reminded me that I was still desirable, even though on the inside I felt like damaged goods. 

Prodigy had the blunt and he was laughing at a joke that I had just said. "Aight, aight. So lemme ask ya. What's goin' on with you and that white kid?" 

My heart sunk at even the thought of him. "Nothin' anymore." I stated coldly. 

"Oh, so ya'll were together?" He passed the blunt to me. 

I nodded and took a puff. "Left me for his baby mama."  

His eyes widened. "Someone left YOU?!" I laughed at his flattery and he shook his head. "Sorry, I just figured you woulda left him." I handed him back the blunt and he took a drag. 

"Fuck, if only." He handed the blunt back to me. 

He nodded. "Aight, well whatcha doin' tonight?" His chin jutted out towards me.  

I cocked an eyebrow at him while I took a hit. "Are you askin' me out, Prodigy?"

He laughed. "Maybe. Would ya say yes?" 

I looked up and down his body that was slumped in the chair beside me. "Yeah." I took another hit and handed it back to him. "But I don't do dates." 

"Aight, how 'bout clubs? Ya do those?" 

I nodded. "Yup." 

He smiled and took a hit. "Dope." 

We left the studio a little past eight pm and then us three made our way over to some club that I had never heard of before. I thought about going home to change, but I didn't wanna have to make them stop at my house, plus my outfit was pretty cute anyway. I had a brown bandana on, along with some really baggy white sweats, and a beige bralette. I also had on my brown Timbs and a baggy zip up sweater that matched my sweats, incase I got cold. 

Another reason I was fine with this outfit was because I knew this sort of style was one of Marshall's favourites, and it didn't slip my mind that this was gonna be the first time I was photographed out in public since our break up. 

We pulled up to the club and Havoc got outta the car first, followed by Prodigy then me. Prodigy turned to help me get out of the car and then placed his hand on the small of my back as we walked inside. We were being photographed the entire time and I know it's petty of me, but I couldn't wait for those to get printed.