“Yes, the hell you are! And… I’m gone re-do the front of them damn individuals for you when we go back to your hotel room to change.”
Walking up to the register behind her, I just shook my head and went along with whatever she had planned. It was Friday after all, and I was off for the weekend with nothing planned. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to let loose and party with my girl. Once we paid for all of our things, we headed to the food court to get two slices of pizza each. I took a small sip of my lemonade, then took a couple bites out of my pizza and looked around.
I noticed a dark skin, thick woman with a light skin tall woman who had a small baby bump. She kind of favored Shadonna but didn’t have acne all over her face. Once I made eye contact with her, she rolled her eyes, then took a bite out of whatever food she was eating. Focusing back on my table, I spoke low to Shadonna, telling her not to look.
“You know those gals over there?” I asked lowly as Shadonna dropped a slice of pizza, making it obvious that she was ready to be on bullshit. “Sha, keep a low profile, the light skin pregnant chick just rolled her eyes at me,” I warned her. I was not the confrontational type, but my best friend was. When it came to me, she got crazy, then would get mad and curse me out for being too soft, letting folks take advantage of me.
“Guhhhh, I don’t know them hoes! You know bitches be mad just because.”
Digging in her Fendi bag, she opened it wider, making sure she had whatever reassurance inside. Next, she pulled out her brass gold knuckles and secured them on her right hand, causing my stomach to twist.
“Sha, don’t start no shit, damn. I can’t tell your ass nothing.” I stressed.
I attempted to scold her, but she tuned me out. Her eyeballs were locked in on the chicks that sat off to the side of me. Turning my head, I noticed they started walking our way with glares on their faces. The look on Shadonna’s face seemed like she was far too excited and ready for whatever. I wasn’t, in fact, I wanted to throw my food away in leave.
“The fuck y’all crusty hoes want?” were the first words that left Shadonna’s mouth in a thick southern accent, her top lip twitched showing how pissed she truly was.
“Which one of y’all Layloni?” light skin snapped hard, as her dark skin friend placed her hands on her thick hips. Before I could answer, Shadonna spoke up for me as usual.
“Bitch… you know which one of us is Layloni! Stop playing with me, hoe! Now, what the fuck you want with my best friend?” Shadonna cocked her head to the side.
“Damn Bianca, how Crater face is acting… you would think this bitch was Layloni…” the dark skin chick chuckled, as she looked at Shadonna’s beat red face. Shadonna was ready to explode, and I could feel it deep in my core. Her acne was one of her biggest insecurities that she masked in caked up makeup.
“But that hoe ain’t Layloni… it’s this fat bitch right here. You know niggas love bum looking hoes… that be tryna act all innocent and shit,” she spat.
“You know nothing about me duck face!” It came out before I could hold it in. When I heard myself say it, I couldn’t hold in the laugh that followed it. Shadonna start laughing too, then gave me a high five. I felt good standing up to somebody, but I knew the below the belt hit from these girls was about to happen.
“Yea, whatever bitch! Bianca, tell this fat ass bitch why we at they table.”
The light skin chick smiled and stepped closer to our table, rubbing her stomach with pride. Looking directly at her stomach, I became conscious of the baby Glen had caused me to lose.
“Tell our nigga, Glen, he needs to call me. I went to my five-month checkup and found out me and him gone have a baby boy! He gone be a Glen Jr.!”
“Bitch, he already got a Glen Jr.!” Shadonna hopped up ready to fight, as I looked at her lost at the words she was saying. When she realized what she had just said, she winked at me.
“LayLay six months pregnant with his first son hoe!”
She winked at me again as my stomach started doing flips; it felt like I was going to throw up.
“Hoe, you ain’t gots to save face for your little fat friend! Glen told me how he accidently beat that baby out her slow ass!”
That was all it took for me to throw up all over the table, as a fresh set of tears started dropping. Just when I thought I was getting over Glen, all of his skeletons were falling from the sky.
“Truth hurts, don’t it? Well, to burst ya bubble, he been living with me for two years now! He happy I’m carrying his baby too,” she added with so much pride; I didn’t even have the strength to go back and forth with her. Glen was my first love; he was my everything outside of my mom. To think he committed something so horrid behind my back had all my anger and pain directed towards him.
“How bout I beat that baby out of you like he beat his real first born out of my best friend hoe!” Shadonna stood to her feet as I remained sitting, still feeling stunned. “Matter fact, I’m bout to shoot these hoes!”
Shadonna reached back inside of her Fendi bag, she pulled out a pink Berretta with an evil glare on her face. I snapped out of my trance, and quickly stood as well, pleading with Shadonna to put the gun away. She pushed me out the way, turned the gun around and back handed the thick dark skin girl so hard, I heard a couple of her teeth hit the floor.
Bianca tried to bend down and check on her friend and that’s when Shadonna kicked her with her red bottom stilettos, causing her to fall hard on her stomach. When Bianca turned on her back, Shadonna bended down and pistol-whipped Bianca. I pried Shadonna off Bianca and grabbed up her purse and our shopping bags, as the mall cops came running towards us. We high tailed it out the mall.
Finally reaching her little bucket, we hopped in and Shadonna sped out of the mall parking lot laughing hysterically. I couldn’t help but laugh with her than to expose all the pain and hurt I was really in. I was feeling really angry and I suddenly wanted revenge, as I started plotting sick shit in my head. Glen thought I was such a good girl, someone he could just takeadvantage of. But I had another thing coming for his ass. I was going to rob his ass and get ghost out of town.
“Put the address to your room in,” Shadonna said out of breath, as she tried to pass me her phone.
“Nah, hand me that pink gun and take me to that nigga trap spots.”
She took her eyes off the road for a second and looked at me in shock. Then, a thought crossed her eyes as she smiled and nodded her head at me with satisfaction. “I see ya finally on ya big gal shit! And ya know I’m gone ride with cha!”
