bitch. || travis scott

four.

kylie,
june 7, 2017 / 3:22 pm
beverly hills, california.

Jacques called me, and I answered, ready for whatever he had to say. Most likely questioning me about where I am. "Hey baby," I greeted softly.

"Hey Ky," his reply was calm, but slightly laced with anger. I was suddenly concerned.

"What's wrong?"

"You know my bestfriend, Hennessey, right?"

"Yeah, why?" I nodded in reply, as if he could see me.

"She tryna have us over for dinner," he responded. I begrudgingly agreed, since I don't like Harmonica. He told me that it was at 7. What uncultured swine -

Let me stop. I'm a classy, rich, young lady, gaining more than half of these bitches out here.

I guess I'll entertain the poor for the culture.

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i should've put this in the last chapter smh... this is only short bc i want the dinner to have its own wild chapter. lahh headass.