"Yeah, that's me."
"Your man called ahead. He said you here to pick out a car."
My mouth dropped open. "Wait, what?"
Marqueez grinned. "Yeah. He said it's an early Christmas gift. Come on, let me show you what we got."
I followed him through the dealership, still in shock. Sosa was buying me a new car had my heart pounding in my chest, excitement bubbling up inside me.
Marqueez started showing me different cars, a black Mercedes GWagon, a white Audi Q7, and a silver Range Rover. They was all beautiful, and all expensive as hell.
"Take your time," Marqueez said. "Look around, sit in 'em, test drive if you want. Whatever you want, it's yours."
Sosa really did this for me. He knew I was struggling with my old car, and knew I wanted something better, and he made it happen without me even asking.
I was looking at a rose gold Mercedes when I heard a voice behind me that made my whole body tense up.
"Yah-Yah?"
I turned around, and my stomach dropped.
It was Morgan, She was standing there in some tight ass jeans and a busted ass Columbia jacket, her lace front was looking busted as hell, smiling at me like we was still cool.
"Oh my God, girl! I thought that was you!" She walked up to me like she was about to hug me, but I stepped back.
"Don't come near me you phony ass bitch," I said, my voice cold.
Her smile faltered. "Damn, Yah-Yah, it's like that?"
"Yeah, it's like that. What the fuck you think?"
"I was just tryna speak—"
"Bitch, I don't fuck with you, and you know that. So I don’t know why you tryna speak to me like we friends? You got me all the way fucked up."
She had the nerve to look offended. "That was over a year ago, Yah-Yah. You still on that?"
"Yeah, I'm still on that! And I'ma always be on that. You a snake, Mo. Stay the fuck away from me."
"Baby, who you over here talking to?"
I felt my blood boil when I heard Rylo’s voice. I turned and saw him walking over.
"Rylo," I said, crossing my arms. "Still a bum ass nigga, I see."
He smirked, that cocky ass look on his face that I used to think was cute but now just pissed me off.
"Bum? Shorty, I'm doing better than I ever was. You the one pressed ova a nigga."
"Pressed? Nigga, I'm shopping for a new luxury car. What you doing here? Tryna scam another dealership?"
Morgan laughed nervously, grabbing Rylo arm. "Baby, come on. Let's just go."
"Nah, hold up." Rylo pulled away from her, stepping closer to me. "You always talking shit, Yah-Yah. That’s why a nigga cheated, bitch you talk too much."
"Fuck you, Rylo."
"You mad 'cause I upgraded, huh? Yo’ mad ass pissed yo’ bestfriend was giving me way better pussy than you ever did." He looked me up and down. "You just an old ass hoe, letting some drug dealing ass nigga take care of you 'cause you can't do shit for yourself. That’s all you’ll ever be, A fuck doll for the plug."
