“Girl, look at that head,” Rozalin teased. “I have never seen your head resembling a bird’s nest.”
Irish stuck her middle finger up and took a seat while Ivory sat in Clarice’s chair.
“Probably ‘cause she’s been bopping between men,” Clarice joked.
Irish wasn’t naïve enough to think Shay hadn’t gone back to the shop and ran her mouth about their altercation. However,she didn’t care. Noble wasn’t hers, anyway, so fuck what Shay had to say.
“You better watch it, bitch,” Irish warned. “I’m not in the mood.”
Rozalin released her ginger hair from the ponytail. “What’s got you in a tizzy?”
Irish turned around, peering at her with pursed lips. “Girl, don't sit up here and play with me. I know your miserable co-worker came back and told you how she acted a fool at that restaurant.”
“No, actually, I told them how you're a cheating-ass bitch who likes to plot on people’s exes!” Shay snapped.
“Girl, cheating where?” Ivory inserted. “She ain't cheating on shit.”
“Lil’ girl, nobody was talking to you,” Shay fired back.
Irish smirked at her. “I can’t believe you're still hung up over Noble after all these years.”
Clarice chuckled. “He must've had that good good ‘cause ol’ girl can’t move on.”
Shay cut her eyes at Clarice. “Bitch, don't play with me ‘cause this hoe up here. You was just team me.”
“Actually, I’m team nobody,” Clarice clarified.
“I can understand why, though.” Irish smirked. “Noble is big fine with all the traits that makes a good man. Losing him had to be one of your biggest L’s, huh?”
Rozalin playfully slapped Irish’s arm. “Girl, stop toying with her.”
“Nope, this what she wanted.” Irish glared at her. “She wanted to start fucking with me over a man she ain't been with in years. Do you want me to tell them why you're still hung up?”
Shay glared, holding flat irons in her hand.
“Yeah, tell us so we can know why this bitch is so bitter.” Clarice laughed.
“It’s because she knows he’s a good man, but she never had his heart. He was never in love with you, Shay, or is it, Daysha? Which person you wanna be?”
Ivory laughed. “Say it ain't so.”
“Oh, it’s so. Now every woman he gets with, she wanna come at them like they owe her something.”
“So, it’s true then? You are cheating on your husband?” Clarice asked.
“Of course, this bitch is cheating. You should’ve seen the way her and Noble were hugged up at the table,” Shay lied.
“Girl, you never even saw us at the table. You were there when it was just me. We spoke and then Noble approached. So, tell me when we were hugged up.”
“Lying ass,” Ivory sneered.
“But back to my original question.” Clarice narrowed her eyes. “Are you fucking off on your husband?”
“That’s none of your business,” Irish fired back.
Clarice bobbed her head. “Oh, you definitely creeping.”
“Yeah, she’s a cheating-ass hoe. I wonder how Jovanis would feel if I told him how much of a whore you truly are.”
