SINFUL *STILL editing*

SINFUL - 21

Andrea inhaled suddenly, holding in the gasp that was about to leave her mouth. She was taken aback by Cynthia’s harsh response. Tears prickled her sore face as she watched Lola waltz behind Cynthia and Noelle too, looking as shocked as she felt. She knew her sister must have been angry to have erupted like that, she knew she would have to speak to her when no one else was present. But she needed her girls to know she was there for them, however, she didn’t want to look like she was picking a side. That was how Cynthia had made it appear. Her phone was sat face down on her thigh. Her heart jumped in her chest, it ached slightly in the hope that it was Raheem. She saw Prince’s name flashing on her screen, Andrea kissed her teeth and turned her phone back over. She felt some rage bubbling within her because of how much she yearned to be close to Raheem. She didn’t want to be sat in her front room staring at Santana twiddling her fingers around her curls, Anna repeatedly rolling her eyes to the back of her head, Rhiannon chewing loudly on her gum, Matty staring at them all with utter amusement, the cold glare on Kobe’s face or the sight of Amaka perched comfortably on Micah’s lap, snuggled into his chest.

“I can’t believe you Cynthia!” Lola hissed excitedly. “Noelle, our girl’s officially been corrupted by us.”

“More like corrupted by you...” Noelle’s voice trailed off as she stood at the edge of the door leading into the living room. Her eyes fell into the slit of the door’s hinges. She raised her head and scoffed as she watched Micah’s head sitting on the crook of Amaka’s neck and his strong arms securely wrapped around her. Her mouth was slightly agape as she tucked her hands into her black Adidas Tiro 13 training pants which she had teamed with a crop top that resembled a training bra, an oversized black bomber jacket and burgundy Camoflague Nike Theas.  Earlier, she had scoped Micah’s full Adidas tracksuit and had been staring resentfully at the box fresh navy Independence day Air Max 90s he had on his feet. A pair of exclusive trainers that she had continuously drooled over and hadn’t been able to find in her size. She tried to kid herself that he didn’t look nice, that his hair cut wasn’t immaculate and that his smile wasn’t heavenly and oh so alluring.

“It’s not every day glare at Micah, that’s a taken man b!” Lola spluttered loudly, Cynthia joined in laughing. She tried to take her made off her recent outburst. Part of her felt so relieved to have got all of that off her chest.

“Shut up!” Noelle’s head snapped back to Lola as she spoke through gritted teeth and she peered back into the room to see if anyone had heard.

“Nah but Noelle when you gonna sit on that d*ck man...I’m tired of these games you lot are playing. I’m tired of you two b*tches living your s*x lives through me.” The three of them sniggered.

“Lola, you actually make me so sick! Little slut.”

“I actually can’t wait for you lot to start having s*x man...”

“Who’s having s*x?” Kobe walked out of the front room with his eyebrow cocked up. His eyes went from Lola to Noelle before resting on Cynthia.

“Were we speaking to you?” Lola dismissed how Kobe loomed above her as she snapped back.

“You’re too lippy man.” Matty muttered as he came out to stand in the hallway also. “Anyway you lot I’m going, can’t even be chilling in this Waitrose uniform like it’s cool. Ima holla you man.” Even in his work uniform, his muscular stature was evident.  He addressed Kobe before saying bye to all the girls and leaving.

“Ay Lola...” Kobe addressed her but his eyes were on his phone. “Shaydun’s saying he wants his car back.”

“F*ck man, he’s been ringing off my phone. He needs to relax I will bring it when I’m ready.”