Trey's Angel

Laugh Now, Cry Later

Zavier

I wasn't the nigga I am today, a few years ago. I had to work for my shit, grind hard for it, but I know how to play it smart. Coming up I was known in these streets, but I wanted to be "well known". Established. Respected. My own boss.

Yeah I was a little heart throb, a player when I was younger but I knew I couldn't get by with just looks. I needed more, and what do you know? I did the unthinkable. I went to college. Of course that decision came with some regret. Angel was apart of the regret. I was a young nigga, just tryna get all the bitches and shit. I wasn't tryna be tied down then.

Now I see the nigga she with, and although I respect him as a hustler, I don't give a fuck about their relationship. Not only am I street smart, I'm book smart too. Yeah I got tied up in Gabby's little "plot for revenge" but I'm not tryna use her, I'm deadass 'bout my shit..

If it's one thing about me, it's imma go-getter. I don't settle for nothing less. So she can be with that nigga for now, but I came to take over. I wanted the bag and the girl, and I wasn't stopping 'till I got it.

Gabby

I got these niggas right where I want them. I tell you man. The power of the pussy is something vicious. Zavier and I aren't fuckin' yet but eventually we will be. My plan was to get some money from both Trey and Zavier, fuck them both and then leave their asses dry.

Unfortunately Angel would be in middle of everything but, oh well. Little miss perfect might have to get her hands dirty and her precious little imagine would be ruined..who fuckin' cares?

I'm so tired of Angel thinking that the sun rises and shines on her ass. It doesn't! What about me? What about Gabby and how I felt about things? I was tired of being known as the broke friend that slept around with mad niggas and had nothing to show for it. I was just as cute as Angel. I hate that I always felt like I had to compete with Angel but it was because everyone always compared me to her!

I always felt like the bad apple. Angel this, Angel that. No one cared about me and it was hurtful. I just wanted to be treated like an equal and not a second option. I wanted respect—the money and power.

"Why can't you be more like Angel? She's sweet and innocent."

"Why are you and Angel friends, she's so different?"

People would always question our friendship and wonder if it was genuine. As if I wasn't good enough to be friends with Angel or as if I was a horrible person. Eventually I got tired of the shit. Since people didn't want to notice me for me, I would make them. Niggas was gonna know who the fuck Gabriella Alexander was whether they wanted to or not.

I became a bottle girl and started making some money. I got a deal with Trey and started making even more money, finally moved out my momma crib and I was happy about that. I was trying so hard to become my own woman. With my own success and my own shit. You think anyone congratulated me on my success? Nope. Instead I was judged for working at a strip club. I wasn't a stripper, I was just a bottle girl. I was bartending and still, people found a way to make me out to be the fuck up. It was like I couldn't do anything right.

While I had to fight with bitches over tips and attention at the club, Angel was at home with Trey getting spoiled and treated like a got damn princess. She didn't have to work for anything. A little after college, she found Trey.
Someone who wanted to take care of her for the rest of her life. That bitch ain't have to work for nothing!

Meanwhile I was struggling at Starbucks. Eventually I quit that bullshit ass job and went to the club. No one cared about my struggles, wants or needs. Not one person wanted to see me glow up, but they was gonna have a rude awakening.