Caught Slippin'

Chapter 2 Shaquana

Chapter 2 -Shaquana-

"Is these bitches trying me? They think it's sweet? Oh, these bitches got diabetes!

~Want Some More Nicki Minaj"

- Sunday Morning at my Condo-

"I built this shit! You just walk around wearing the fucking crown on your head!" I yell at Ray. "You sitting on yo ass like it's a fucking throne!"

"Bitch you didn't do shit to help me!"

"You wanna know the truth? You wanna know how 410 became so successful?"

"Yeah. How? Because of me?"

"No," I snicker. "Because of Nicole and Jaylen. They built your rep' on the streets and let you take the credit."

"Mehn whatchu know Shaquana?"

"I know you lazy. You don't do nun but cause problems and publicity."

"You know... I'm glad you feel that way." Ray stomps out my living room and slams the front door.

Ray gets so fucking emotional, yet I'm supposed to be the girl. Funny how people think that Ray's my man. Hell nawl! Ray's not my type. I like real men; men that's willing to defend their woman and kill for their woman. That's not Ray.

Besides, I already have Quamir. We've been together for three years. Quamir stood at 6'4". He's around 230 pounds of pure muscle that can make any woman feel protected the way she should. He also has very sharp facial features which perfectly compliment his rich caramel skin tone.

Honestly, no relationship comes without trials and tribulations. People show their truest colors through anger and jealousy. I learned that the hard way. Quamir and my older sister, Tasha, used to fuck around. She thought she was bad enough to say I have her leftovers. Please. They were never together in the first place. She was so damn jealous that she sold us out and went to 510. That's how Nicole and I got jumped.

You know... people say I look a lot like my little sister Nikki (aka Nicole). I don't see it. I'm a lot lighter, and barely five feet. My breasts are a lot smaller (around a 'B'). My hair is cut to my shoulders. Nikki's falls to her back and my ass is smaller than hers, but just as bubbly.

Don't get it mistaken by my personality; I'm not old as dirt. I'm only five years older than Nikki: twenty-four. If you want to call somebody ancient that will be Kiki, the shady bitch. She surpasses us in age at thirty-five years.

But back to Ray. Ray thinks he all that and a bag of chips. He walks around as if he the king, like he shed all the blood, sweat, and tears. Naw, it's nothing like that. He doesn't have the balls to fend for everything we've worked so hard to get. He's recklessly unaware of his surrounds - a fatal fault, cause it seems like the worst thing about being in the game is not knowing when you're about to get played.