“C’mon, this calls for celebratory tacos.”
For once, my bladder being weak is a good thing.
Because right by the bathrooms is that Olive Oil looking bitch Sahara.
Of course I use the restroom first. Whooping ass on a full bladder is the quickest way to pissing on yourself.
But oh, baby, when that bladder is empty, I wash my hands, and march right out of that bathroom to that table.
Got the nerve to be canoodling with some nigga in the cut like she just wasn’t jumping all in Shaddy’s face for the same thing.
“I know that ain’t who I think it is!” I huff, planting both palms onto their table.
Sahara narrows her eyes, but I see her discreetly look around the restaurant.
When I glance at her date, I do a double take. I’ve seen this nigga before.
In my texts. This is YT’s lame ass ex.
I grin at him. “Does YT know you’re in the city?”
He blanches like the bitch he is.
“Can you move? Your fat ass is breathing all over my food.”
I slowly turn my head to the bitch in front of me. So pretty on the outside; I see why people like her. But that personality… Shaddy doesn’t strike me as a superficial nigga, but shit, maybe I don’t know him that well.
Just like she don’t know me at all. ‘Cause who the fuck is this bitch talking to?
I snatch the fork from the table and imbed that shit in her hand. When she screeches, I lean on it more. “Shut the fuck up,” I say through my teeth. She whimpers, but shuts up.
I glance around the restaurant; it’s loud in here, so no one is really paying attention, especially since we’re in the back. His ass is still terrified I know YT, and looks like he’s ready to bolt at any minute.
“You really need to treat others the way you want to be treated, Sahara,” I coo. “Now, what if this fat bitch decides to take a bite out of that pretty lil hand? Huh?”
I snatch the fork out of her hand, making her yelp again.
“Oh shut up, it’s superficial… but make Shaddy sad again, and the next one won’t be.”
I stand up straight and pocket the fork. I know not to leave no evidence.
With a final look at the table, I bow. “You guys have an amazing lunch. Something tells me you won’t be having too many of those in the future.”
I walk back to the patio with an extra pep in my step, and arrive at my own table just as Dal is getting up with our togo boxes.
She eyes me. “What took you so long?”
I just shrug, hooking my arm with hers and leading her to the car. “Pregnancy shit. You wouldn’t get it. C’mon… I wanna make Shaddy singThe Prince of Egyptsoundtrack to me.”
The corner of her mouth lifts. “You like him, huh?”
I roll my eyes. “He’s imprinted on me and my baby like his name is Jacob. I’m just making the most out of my unfortunate circumstances.”
She snorts as we make it to the car. “Oh, my name is Macy. Poor me. Yetanotherfine, rich man has fallen under my spell;this timehe wants to play stepdaddy, too. Whatever shall I do?”
She’s still cackling even as she starts the car and eases into traffic.
“Girl, don’t let that nigga hear ‘step’ anything… but no, Shaddy is… pretty okay.” That’s as close to a compliment as a nigga gets from me out loud. I basically rated him a perfect ten.
