“Chill with all that, P. You’re drunk. Go sit down,” Cash said, stifling a yawn.
“You know what?” I said, untangling myself from him. “Maybe I should just go.”
Princess folded her arms, lips curling into a nasty sneer. “Yeah, maybe you should, wack bitch.”
I stood up so fast her face dropped.
“You really tryna start shit over a nigga that clearly doesn’t respect you?” I said, getting in her face.
She blinked, clearly not expecting me to say anything.
“If it was like that between y’all, he wouldn’t have brought me up here and had me on his lap in front of you. You not embarrassed?”
“Oh shit,” someone nearby muttered.
“Ain’t nobody worried about you bi?—”
She wasn’t about to call me a bitch again.
Pop!
My fist met with her mouth. She screamed, stumbling into the table behind her and sending a hookah crashing to the floor.
“I’ma fuck you up!” she screamed, scrambling to her feet.
Her friends rushed over to help her up at the same time I heard the click of a gun cocking.
My stomach nearly fell out my ass seeing Cash’s Glock pointed at Princess and her girls.
What was with these niggas and pulling out guns?
“Itoldyour ass to sit down,” he laughed like this was a big joke. “Now look at you. And y’all not about to try and jump her.”
My jaw dropped. This nigga was insane.
“Monica!” I yelled, spinning around looking for my friend.
She was in a corner with her tongue halfway down Jelani’s throat. I stormed over and yanked her off of him.
“We’re leaving,” I snapped, dragging her towards the stairs.
“Call me!” she giggled, waving at Jelani over her shoulder.
Cash stepped in front of us, blocking the way like he didn’t just threaten to knock Princess’s head off five seconds ago.
“Where you going?” he asked with that arrogant smile still plastered on his face.
“Move, Cash!” I shoved at his chest, but he didn’t budge. He was enjoying this a little too much.
“Why you in such a rush?”
“Because I’m going home, nigga!” I shouted. “This is too much—got me in here about to fight your funky ass girlfriend! I don’t do shit like this!”
His smile faltered. “You serious?” He genuinely looked confused, like he really couldn’t understand why I was mad.
“Do I look like I’m playing? Fuck out my way!”
I pushed past him, dragging Monica behind me. My chest tightened as we hurried down the stairs.
