BAD AND BOUJEE

Chapter 1 : Officer Friendly

"Girl I'm late, I'm so tired, so excuse me if your story with Philip doesn't interest me that much" Michonne said not a little exasperated at her friend's insistence on giving her every little detail in her latest drama with her awful, in Michonne's opinion, boyfriend.

"Michonne, honey, what the purpose of a alarm clock if it doesn't wake you?!"

"Fuck you Andrea, and what the purpose of your relationship with Philip if he can't put some respect on your name and on you ? Or put a ring on it?"

The conversation went quiet for a minute, Andrea was at a loss for words. Because she knew Michonne was right but, she was too stubborn to admit it, so she tried to change the subject as she always did.

"Anyway, what's new with you and Mike ? Did he apologized?"

"Yeah, you know him. Do something bad, apologise rinse & repeat," Michonne sighed, talking about Mike her boyfriend wasn't her favourite subject, it was still just the beginning of their relationship and she was already starting feel the cracks that she didn't want to face herself. She was very happy with him, he just wanted to give her the world, but when he discovered that she was a stripper everything began to change, he just couldn't accept it.

Andrea was about to respond, when she heard sirens coming from a police car.

"Oh no! Oh God I am in so much trouble!" Michonne squealed in panic.

"I told you not to drive fast honey" Andrea said to her best friend in her sing song tone.

"Shut up please! Oh no it's a white cop, I hope it's not a blue lives matter or I'm screwed. Andrea if you don't hear from me you know why," Michonne pressed the red end call on her phone waiting for the cop to reach her window. When she turned her face, she saw the most beautiful eyes she ever saw, they were so blue and so intense. The kind of eyes that can communicate so much emotions and feelings in one glance. She was so focused on them than she didn't even hear their owner speaking to her.

"Ma'am can you hear me?" he said with a deep southern drawl.

"Oh yes, officer. I'm sorry I was distracted. I'm just not used to being pulled over," she tried to play it cool like she wasn't mesmerized by him.

"That's fine ma'am but do you know why I stopped you," the cop asked, trying hard not to get himself lost in her beauty. Michonne was one of those women who left you speechless, with her brown captivating eyes, and her heart shaped full lips, it was difficult not to see her.

"Yeah," she sighed, "I know. I was driving way too fast, but I'm very late for my class and I don't want to miss it and I don't know why I'm saying all of this to you." Michonne wasn't one to ramble but those damn eyes had thrown her uncomfortably off her game.

The cop chuckled, she was beautiful and cute.

"Driver license and registration please. You shouldn't be driving like this," he told her while she gave him the papers he asked, "Mich-onne? Is that how your name is pronounced ? I've never heard this name before, where it's from?"

Michonne was confused, she was late, driving like a madman, and the cop who pulled her over, was standing there asking questions about her name.

"Hum yeah, you pronounced it right. It's French actually."

"It's a beautiful name," he said quietly

And just for a moment, they were both lost in this moment in time together staring at each other. Forgetting that she was late and that he was supposed to finish his patrol.

"Hmm, oh, thank you officer," Michonne responded, taking her eyes away from his.

"You're very welcome . Just try to avoid to driving like this next time. Better be late than dead, and it would be a shame to lose a beautiful woman like you. Have a good day."

Once again, Michonne was speechless,

. She tried to collect her thoughts, and going back to her first priority... not being late to her class.

She made it late, very late. She took place at her usual chair, and started taking notes, but she couldn't helped herself and started thinking about the mesmerizing cop and his ocean hued eyes, she wasn't even listening to .

She shook the thoughts of him out of her head trying to concentrate on the lesson. There wasn't any point to think about someone she will never see again, she reasoned with herself to get her focus back on the story of Don Quixote.

Michonne was a very good student from a young age and never had a bad grade. She was a hard working woman, who loved things to be well done. When she was little she fell deeply in love with books. She called them the love of her life. She spent hours reading them, trapped in her own bubble. Her dream was to transmit this love to others people, and teach them the power of the words, so she decided to be a English teacher. What she didn't plan was to be a stripper before achieving her dream job, but she needed it to pay her student loan. It was a job with a lot of money in less time and that was exactly what she was looking for. It was Andrea who talked to her about her strip club, Bad & Boujee, a fancy gentlemen's club only for the Atlanta elite. Owned by Deanna Monroe, it was there that she met her friends who were now her roomates. She was more than happy to live with people who understood her lifestyle, the long night at work and the short sleep before waking up and go to college. Except for Andrea who was the only one to be a stripper because she wanted to be.

"I hope you didn't drive as fast as this morning while you were reading?"

Michonne was stunned, the same cop she saw this morning, and that she was convinced herself that she would never see again, was there waiting just behind her. This time he was dressed casually with a simple brown t-shirt, tight showing all his muscles, and a black more than worn jeans. He was more handsome than she remembered.

"Are you stalking me, officer," she asked, quirking her eyebrow up quizzically.

"No," he sputtered, "I swear I'm not. This bakery is near my precinct and I got a craving for a good cake they have here called viennoiserie, so I came here." He tried to explain while smirking at her face, she wasn't buying his excuses, even if he was telling the truth.

"Yeah ok let's pretend I believe you, Officer friendly."

"What? What's with the nickname?"

"Because you're an officer but you are friendly. Cops have a pretty bad reputation so it's rare to encounter a good one."

-Yeah, unfortunately it's the truth. I just hope things were different."

"And are you doing something to make things different Mr. Friendly," Michonne was now facing him, with her arms crossed on her chest.

"Please call me Rick. Listen when I decided to become a cop it was mainly because, I always loved helping people. Taking care of them, it's the job of a policeman, to serve the people. The motto is to protect and to serve...

not just some of them and killing the others who don't look like us. And this wish never left me I will say it stronger now when I have rookie partner this is what I'm trying to teach them. If you are driven by hate don't be a cop.

Michonne's attitude softened, he was really living his dream to change things in the law enforcement. She found him even more attractive.

"What book are you reading," he asked her wanting to lighten the mood.

"Its Don Quixote. The story of a man who fought against wind mill because he thinks that they are Giants sent by evil witch. He takes himself for a knight because he read too many knight books in his library," she answered with a laugh, happy to talk about her favourite subject.

Rick was drinking all her words, she was beautiful and smart with a sharp mind. She talked about this book with so much interest, than he was ready to buy a copy now and read it . Or just let her read it to him with her gorgeous voice.

And once again, they stand there watching the other, oblivious of the world around them like it was just them and this tension between. Until a comely tall black man, dressed in a pricey grey suit, put his arm around Michonne shoulder and place a kiss on her cheek, to gain her attention back to him.

"Sorry babe, it was Philip some issues with an artist."

"Its fine Mike. Hm Mike this is Rick, the officer I met this morning when I was late and Rick this is Mike my boyfriend," Michonne began rambling again, making the situation even more awkward.

The two men sized each other up immediately, already seeing the other as a threat. Mike stretched his hand, offering one of his best fake smiles.

"So you're the cop who doesn't shoot black people on sight, huh," Mike commented while shaking Rick's hand.

"Yeah, I guess I am," Rick just said in a menacing low voice. Totally different than the one he used with Michonne minutes ago.

"Michonne it's your turn honey," a pretty grey haired woman said cutting into the tension filled space between the three people.

Michonne was relieved for the interruption. She didn't know why they were acting like two animals ready to fight.

"Thanks Carol."

"No problem sweetie. So how are you?"

"I'm good. Tired but good," Michonnes response was short, she didn't really wanted to have a conversation with the woman.

"That's good to hear. You know, your dad is always asking when you're coming to visit him. He misses you dearly you know."

"Yeah I know, I will try soon. I'm just busy with school, work, you name it."

"Oh ok I will tell him. So see you tomorrow I guess same time, same place," Carol returned with a friendly wink.

Michonne looked for her wallet, but Carol stopped her before she tried to pay for the cake.

"No, you're family, don't be silly," she reprimanded Michonne gently.

Michonne just smiled and began her walk to leave the shop followed by Mike , she waved to Rick who just nodded and smiled at her.

The couple walked together to his Rolls Royce, in a heavy silence, neither of them knowing what to say without starting a fight. Mike was the first one to break it.

"So you are really going huh?"

Michonne rolled her eyes, already sensing a headache coming because of the conversation Mike wanted to have, again.

"Yes Mike ! It's my job, so yes I'm going," Michonne snapped, she had no patience for his tantrum today.

"Girl you need to chill, I'm just asking you a damn question. You see what your job is doing to us!"

"Mike shut the fuck up ! Don't tell me what to do, don't tell me to chill when I'm not supposed to chill because of your childish behaviour. Fuck you don't you dare put all of our problems on me! The only issue here is you," she lost her calm and started yelling at him, Mike was gripping the wheel so strongly that all his veins in his hands were visible.

"Don't you talk to me like this ! You know who I am ?! Do you fucking know who I am?"

"Trust me I know. You're a piece of shit, full of shit, a nobody who thinks he's Midas! You know what...bye I'm gonna call someone who cares about me and you can go fuck yourself bitch," Michonne shouted to her boyfriend.

She got out of his car, slamming the door not caring if she broke something.

She was done with Mike and his attitude. She couldn't take more of him, and the relationship was going nowhere. She wanted to cry mainly because she was frustrated with herself and how she let Mike treat her like this for so long ? She asked herself without knowing the answer, when she opened her eyes she saw Rick approaching her, his car keys in his hand he seemed worried and she was sure he heard all of her dispute with Mike.

"Is everything ok? Do you need help," he was unsure how to approach her, too familiar with these kind of violent quarrels.

"I'm fine ! I don't need no knight thank you very much! So you mind your business ok?!"

She didn't mean to be unkind with him, he was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. She took her phone and start calling Andrea leaving Rick behind, he was looking to Mike who was on the phone too in a pretty animated conversation. He didn't know this man but he knew he didn't deserve Michonne at all. He climbed in his truck, deciding to wait , he didn't want to leave Michonne alone with her boyfriend. He was happy to meet the woman who haunted his thoughts all day for a second time, but now he was bothered to see that she had a boyfriend and a pretty bad one at that.

Andrea parked at the bakery parking 10 minutes later. Mike was already long gone but Rick was still there refusing to leave before he was sure she was safe.

"Ok bitch who is that handsome mofo who is looking at you like this? Like he knows your milkshake is bringing all the boys to the yard "

Michonne looked at Andrea like she was crazy, but when she turned her head and watched where her friends gaze was, she saw Rick in his truck, with his sunglasses looking like a model straight out of GQ magazine. She marched to his direction. She felt bad for the way she snapped at him earlier, and he stayed there looking for her while Mike abandoned her without a second thought.

"Hey," she said to him quietly.

"Hi, you good," he asked relieved to see her in better mood.

"Yeah listen sorry for earlier, I was mad at Mike and I took it out on you. I shouldn't have done that, usually my shit is always together but anyway sorry."

"You don't have to. You were right. I need to mind my business, I will, but I just want you to say that you deserve better you know?"

Michonne was taken aback, it was the third time he left her speechless. She didn't know why but she smiled a genuine smile.

"I know that now. Have a good evening officer friendly!"

Rick laughed asking himself how a woman can be so hauntingly beautiful. It would be a challenge to keep going with his life without trying to have her in it. He drove leaving Michonne in good company.

"He's so sexy! I didn't knew they made cops like that. I will have search one from the get go "

"Andrea you are a mess just shut up and drive."

They both laughed, and Michonne was happy to be with her friend, forgetting all the drama with Mike. Just enjoying being a carefree girl living her care free life.

"We really need to stop this bet, I think we nailed it no," Andrea questioned her.

"Who idea was to include a lyric in our phrases? At first it was fun but now it's annoying," Michonne agreed with her friends request.

"How much time 'til I have to get ready," S he asked, nervous to be late for the second time.

"Relax boo, we have an hour before we have to go to work. But make it quick I don't want Deanna chopping my head off ! Ya hear me?"

Michonne rolled her eyes to Andreas antics. The blond woman has always been wild, but she was thrilled to see that her messy relationship with Philip Blake, also known as The Governor, hadn't made her lose her funny side.

They made it to their apartment just in time, her roommates were already gone to the strip club. She took a quick shower which helped her clean her mind, then put her clothes for the night in her sports bag, and left her apartment ready to face an another long night of dancing.

"I know some hoes who aren't loyal," a pretty black woman said, putting her bag on her shoulder. She was walking with her arm linked with an another brunette woman with beautiful green eyes.

"Girl I know them too. Isn't one of them black and the other a dumb blonde," the other girl asked while throwing mean looks to Andrea & Michonne who were walking in front of the others girls, Michonne flip the bird to the other black woman who added unbothered, "Exactly the description is accurate. Those same hoes who don't tell to their friends what happening in their life."

"Sasha can you just stop? I got pulled over it's not that big deal OK," Michonne said clearly annoyed with her friend's insinuation at her lack of loyalty.

"Bitch am I talking to you? Did I said your name? Did you hear me breathe in your direction? If you are not concerned mind your own big fat ass."

Sasha was a gorgeous lady, she was a strong and independent woman. Raised by her father and big brother who taught her how to fight. She was the kind of girl that was better to have as a friend than foe. Tonight though, Michonne was the victim of her famous clapback

"At least I have a ass. Bitch what you got?"

"Doll don't come for me until I send you an invitation. Sasha responded dismissing her pal with a wave.

"Dios Mio, Cierra la boca todas," Rosita yelled to her.

All the girls looked at her direction, once again confused because she was speaking Spanish and annoyed because she knew damn well nobody understood her.

"Little woman how many times we need to tell you that we don't understand Spanish!"

"Maggie do I look like I give a fuck," Rosita asked the green eyed lady.

"You look like shit."

Everybody laughed, except Rosita who was fed up with her friends behaviour. At the same moment a grey Rolls Royce parked in front of the strip club back door. And just like that the mood became sour, they all knew that it was Mike before seeing him.

He got out of his car but not from the driver side, he seemed agitated and the girls put themselves in front of Michonne, sensing that the situation could go south rapidly especially if Mike was drunk.

"Oh now you got bodyguards too?"

"You stink of alcohol. What are you doing here," Michonne asked mad to see him in her job place.

"Listen babe. I know. I messed up, I was mad and out of control I shouldn't have spoken to you like that and abandoned you."

The girls side eyed him, ready to stretch the skin of his beautiful face. It have been quite some time that they hated Mike, but the man always added reasons to their long list so hearing him confessing his sins wasn't a surprise.

"Can we talk without your amazon army around you," he asked trying to use his charming voice like he always did when he apologized

"No Mike, no. There is no we anymore. I am done with you, and your tantrums. You're like a kid. You are supposed to be a man, act like one. You always apologize but do the same things again and again. Aren't you tired of all of this ? You're a toxic man and I will not waste my time with you go back to wherever you were. Bye Felicia."

Michonne stood there, her arms crossed on her chest, a position she did everytime she meant business. The girls were all smirking proud to see Michonne finally dumping Mike.

"What game are you playing? You know damn well you gonna come back tomorrow begging me to take you back. You can't live without me Mich. You are acting all grown in front of your friends but deep down I know you. Come on let's go home talk this out before we do something we gonna regret."

"The only thing I regret it's our relationship. It shouldn't have lasted that long! I mean it bye," she said beginning her walk to Andrea's car, her friends followed her but Mike gripped her arm pulling her towards him. She screamed to let her go, but he was so blind by the rage that he didn't acknowledge her plea. Rosita kicked his arms, while Michonne slapped him in the face. Mike at last let her go, shocked by his own behaviour, he tried to apologise but Rosita cut him off.

"Go away pendejo! She told you it's done. It's done. You better walk before I kick you somewhere else."

Once Mike was gone, she turned to Michonne, fury in her eyes, "And you, idiota, why you stay that long with him? You don't understand that it's not only affecting your life but ours too. Michonne you are my girl and I would die for you, you know damn well I will. And I will kill for you without hesitation. But if you go back with this thing, I will murder you lo entiendes?"

She didn't wait for Michonne's answer before climbing in her car with Sasha & Maggie.

"That bitch frightens me. Are you ok babe," Andrea turned her concerned gaze to her friend.

"Yeah it was a rough day and a bad night, let's just get home please."