Gangstress

June 2000 (1)

***Angel's POV***

It was the beginning of June, and I was now packing for my first ever tour that I was headlining which was titled after my album, Notorious Angel, and I was so excited for it. Every single date had sold out almost as soon as we posted the tickets, and I couldn't believe it. Everything seemed so surreal to me, and I was so appreciative and grateful for all my fans who even cared enough to come and see me live. I had really missed tour life since the last one I did with the whole Bad Boy label, so I couldn't wait to get back on the road again.

Marshall's record had been released about a week and a half ago, but I hadn't listened to it. I was still so angry and hurt, I couldn't bring myself to hear his voice. I knew it was doing well though, since I swear every fuckin' hip hop station ever was playing it. I had to start listening to the mainstream radio stations just to get away from his bitch ass, which was so ridiculous to me. How many other people have released albums recently?! Outkast, Ghostface Killa, Jay Z, Busta Rhymes, and I swear they chose to almost exclusively play his! It made me so mad.

I also hadn't spoken to Zoe since the last time I saw her. I was still so angry with her, and I figured she must have still been angry with me since she hadn't tried to reach out not even once, which was really unlike her. I just imagined she must have been having such a great time with her new friend that she just didn't give a shit anymore, which was fine with me. If she wanted to act that way, I didn't want her in my life anyway.

I was sitting in my bedroom with Jillian, who was trying her best to help me pick out different outfits for when I wasn't performing. I say trying her best because no one really understood my fashion sense the same way Zoe did. We always kinda dressed the same way, so usually this would have been Zoe's job, but that obviously wasn't about to happen, so Jill was my last resort.

"Okay, well what 'bout this one?" I yelled from my closet as I walked out with a tiny camouflage tank top.

She groaned. "I don't know, Angel. I'm sure whatever you bring will be fine."

I pursed my lips out at her. "It can't just be 'fine', it has to be hot as fuck. I'm tryna get laid on this tour, aight?"

She started laughing. "You could wear a burlap sack and still get laid."

I smacked my lips. "Yeah, ya probably right." I jokingly flipped my hair and we both laughed.

"Oh shit, your phones going off." Jill handed me my vibrating cellphone off of the bed that was next to her. I flipped it open and saw it was Zoe calling me. My eyes widened at Jill and she looked back at me confused. "Who is it?"

"Zoe?" I said also confused. "One sec." I put my pointer finger up to her and walked into my bathroom to have some privacy. I clicked 'talk' and put the phone up to my ear. "Hello?" I said with a bit of hostility.

"Angel I know we're still mad at each other, but I really need to talk to you." Her voice sounded genuine and I immediately was riddled with worry. I don't know what for, but my gut told me something was wrong.

"What's up?" I said with less hostility this time. As much as I was angry with her, she was still my best friend no matter what, and if she needed me then I was always gonna be available to her.

"Okay, uhm... so there's a few things."

"Yeah okay, what?"

"Uh, so I'm not friends with Kim anymore."

I rolled my eyes. "K. Why not?"

"Well, the other night I was over at her place drinking with her, and she told me she was the one who snitched on you for droppin' drugs for Prodigy."