"Who the hell is Scarlett Odell?" Aaliyah asked me for the fiftieth time today.
Yeah I changed Rayne's name in my phone to her middle name, I don't have time for no petty argument from this crazy child. It's been a whole week and she still on this. She better act like she got some sense and know who the hell she talking to. I continued to scroll through Instagram then a pillow hit me in the face.
"I know you hear me talking to you."
"I know you better calm your ass down and keep your hands to yourself."
"Why can't you just tell me who she is? All this could've been over a long time ago but you wanna play games."
"Who did she say she was?"
"She didn't say, all she said was that she was trying to get in contact with you."
"And that's when you flew off the handle and started all that damn yelling. If you don't know who the person is, you don't get rude with them telling them not to call no more. For one it's not your phone to be answering in the first place, then if someone is calling for me on myphone then I'm the person you need to bring the phone to. You never who could be calling, it could've been business." I put emphasis on what she needs to understand.
"Well her ass should've stated that when I asked who she was. Which also reminds me you didn't answer my question. Who is she?"
"You're still missing the point."
"And yet you're still dodging my question. But it's okay since we're keeping secrets now let the hoe know whoever she is, when I see her Ima beat her ass." She tried to act like she bout that life.
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"Okay." I shook my head at her lying ass.
"You saying that like I don't have hands."
"Hands no. But you know how to use your feet though."
"I don't run from nobody."
"Girl please, you can outrun Usain Bolt."
We were at a club one time and she caused unnecessary drama because a group of girls wanted to take pictures with me. If the circumstances were different I would've told them no but we're in the club what's the harm in that? But the bad girls club wannabe wants to start yelling at the top of her lungs to the girls to get out of our section of the club and to get away from me.
