“Damn, you coming in or nah?” She curls her lips, rolling her eyes at me, and I can tell this girl is a troublemaker. Someone who don’t give a fuck about authority and could give two shits about manners. She really better check that before she talks like that to the wrong person and finds out. Not saying it’s me or nothing. I might have money, but I don’t think I’m better than people. However, for some reason, I can tell this girl will get more than she bargained for with that mouth and attitude of hers.
“I’m coming… but my car.” I point, and Lionel waves me off.
“These Reighn streets. Don’t nothin’ happen around here without his permission. You go on in.” He nods as a pretty boy with tattoos comes over to him and gives him dap. “What’s up, Stone?”
“Nothing much.” The guy looks me up and down then smacks his lips before turning away like I’m not worth his time or even a hello, then raises a brow at my car. “Damn, so this is the car Reighn said to watch. This one bad mother fucker.”
“Sorry Mel, h—” I raise a hand, cutting Lionel off, not even wanting to be bothered. I just roll my eyes at the man named Stone because know his type. He’s the type of dude that will make you fall in love and fuck you over, and in my opinion, he’s not worth a damn.
Anyway…I walk inside, taking off my YSL heels and make my way down the corridor where I hear a bunch of girls laughing. When I enter, I see the sparsely decorated but clean house. Along with the girl Dett I met outside, there are four other girls, and every single one of them is so damn pretty.
“You can sit right here,” Dett says, grabbing a chair and pulling it from the table, setting down a bunch of old haircare stuff.
“Who’s that, Dett?” A pretty brown-skinned girl on her phone asks.
“Oh, this somebody Lonnie brought over for me to do her hair. Fefe, can you go to my room and get me that box of wigs?” She tells the one who just asked who I was as she snatches my wig offand throws it in the trash. “I’ll burn this for you,” she sneers at my wig, and I would have burst out laughing had I not been so ashamed.
“Yeah, I got you.” The girl leaves and then comes back, and Dett starts going through the box of wigs before she pulls out a new pack.
“You like bobs?”
“I… I do.”
“Bet.” She opens the pack before she starts bleaching the knots, and then comes over and begins braiding me down. Even though she’s not talking to me and she seems rough around the edges, oddly, I feel comfortable, and I’m pleasantly surprised when I see she’s gentle with her hands as she works her magic.
I just sit back listening to their conversations, being extra nosy.
“Girl, look out the window! Stone is out there!” the pretty light-skinned mixed girl bites her lip, pointing, making the one who was lounging on the couch while reading a book perk up next to the other girl who’s rocking a baby, looking through what looks like a home décor magazine.
“Kimberly, stop being so damn thirsty all the time. Everybody know Stone ass a hoe,” Dett snorts, and the girl Fefe chuckles.
“Not one lie there, Dett.”
“So? Just because he’s a hoe I can’t like him? Besides, I bet I can change him.” Kimberly licks her lips, and Fefe, who’s still on her phone, rolls her eyes.
“Girl, please you and every other bitch on the block think they can change that nigga,” Fefe curls her lip like she smells something stank.
“Exactly. Besides, if anything, I think Reighn is cuter than him,” Dett says behind me, and they all go still looking at her, and she pauses. “What?”
“Reighn? Stone’s brother? As is the mother fucker who be deleting niggas like he Microsoft? Nah, I’m good on that.”
“What’s wrong with that? I like me a bad boy,” Dett laughs, and they all shudder.
“Reighn fine as hell, but that nigga look like he’ll murder whoever the fuck he’s dating. Even I’m scared of him.” Kimberly shakes her head and looks out the window. “I think I’ll stick to Stone fine ass. He’s a thug, but the right kinda thug.”
“Bitch, you trippin’,” Fefe laughs. “Is there even such a thing as a right kinda thug?” She set her phone down and looks at Kimberly.
“Hell yeah there is. The perfect thug is a nigga that ain’t stingy with his money and wine and dine you. He only nice to you and mean to everyone else. A nigga that don’t play bout his womanand can fuck like he hate and love you all at the same time. A mother fucker who’s straight up possessive and obsessive,” Kimberly moans, and Dett huffs.
“Bitch, and you think that’s Stone?” Dett scoffs and Kimberly shakes her head.
“No, but I can make him that.”
“In your fucking dreams, yeah,” Fefe snorts and turns to the girl who was listening in and holding a book. “What you think, Shanell? Tell me you got some common sense, unlike these heffas,” Fefe pleads, and Shanell sits up and bites her lip, shrugging.
“I… I think Stone is kinda cute.” She smirks, and Fefe groans, falling back. Kimberly cheers, going over to Shanell, hugging her.
“I knew yo ass wasn’t only into books, Nell!” Kimberly pulls Nell up and yanks her from the couch, making the girl rocking the baby finally looks up and mean mugs Kimberly.
