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“I do.”
“And you are?”
“Ramona,” she says wit’ a buncha stank in ’er voice.
As soon as she says ’er name. It clicks. She’s the nut that was all up on Alex, then got dragged outta da club. “Ohhhhkay, so you want my autograph or sumthin’?”
“Your autograph? Nooooo, Sweetie. I wanna know how you know Alley Cat. I kept staring at you because you looked familiar. Then it dawned on me. I saw you grinding all up on him at the club like you two were real familiar.”
I frown. Take a deep breath. This bitch had’a be hawkin’ me the whole muthafuckin’ night to remember me from a week ago in a damn packed club. Then, again, a fly bitch ain’t eva hard to forget. Chanel cuts ’er eye ova at me, shiftin’ in ’er seat. I shift in mine as well, crossin’ my legs. I have my body turned in chickie’s direction in case I gotta leap up on ’er ass. “Ohhhkaaaay. And if we were?”
“Then you need to watch your back because he’s a real scam artist. He’ll use you until he can’t get anything else out of you, then toss you to the side for the next.”
I laugh. “Sugah, I don’t know why you tellin’ me all that. That shit sounds real personal.”
“I’m basically advising you, that’s all.” The bitch still has a buncha stank in ’er tone, but I’m tryna overlook the shit. Still tryna keep it cute.
“You ain’t advisin’ me ’bout nuthin’, Sugah. Only stupid bitches get caught up in lettin’ a muhfucka use ’em. I ain’t da one, so move along.”
She puts a hand on ’er hip. “Move along, hell. I wanna know how long you’ve known him.”
Ohmiiiiiiiifuckin’gawd! Let me find out this bitch’s retarded. “Look, chick. What’s up wit’ all these damn questions? Do I know you? ’Cause if not, then you need to bounce up outta my space.”
“Like I said, I saw you up at the club with Alley…uh, I mean, Alex.”
“And?”
“And? I’m his baby’s mother.”
Chanel toots ’er dick sucka’s up, eyein’ me. ’Cause she knows in a minute I’ma bring it to this bitch. I tilt my head. Play the bitch like I’m stupid. “Ohhhhhkay, and? Why didn’t you say that shit from da rip instead cummin’ at me wit’ a buncha extras?”
She igs the question, foldin’ ’er arms ’cross ’er chest. “Are you fuck ing him?”
I count in my head. Keep it cute, ho. See what this bitch gotta say. “Why?”
“’Cause we’re tryna work some things out, and he doesn’t need to have any outside distractions altering his judgment.”
I laugh. “Sweetie, you have two seconds to get to ya muthafuckin’ point.”
The bitch plants a hand up on ’er hip, and starts neck-rollin’ it. “Well, the point is this: He’s my man. And I don’t know if you’re sleeping with him or not, but if you are—from one woman to another, stay the fuck away from him.”
Ohhhhkay…see. This is the part where I should really get up and smack this stupid, silly-ass bitch in ’er face. But, I feel like fuckin’ wit’ the dizzy bitch, so I won’t.
“Is that a threat, Sweetie?”
“It’s a warning, but you can take it however you want.”
“Uh-oh,” Chanel says, pullin’ my handbag from me, “sounds like sumbody tryna make it pop up in this piece.”
“Girl, I don’t know what da fuck this chick tryna do, but I know she betta get movin’ real quick.”
“I know that’s right, ’cause da bitch is startin’ to get on my nerves.”
She laughs, glancin’ ova at Chanel. “Mind ya manners, Boo. Mind ya motherfucking manners. This is between me”—she points ’er finga at me—“and her.”
“Bitch,” Chanel snaps, “I know you ain’t talkin’ to me. I will—”
I put my hand up, cuttin’ her off. “Don’t. Let me handle this.” I scoot up in my seat. Place a hand up on my hip. “Bitch, there ain’t shit between you and me. I don’t know you, and I don’t give a fuck ’bout you.”
