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Chapter Sixteen- Moments of Life
'Hmm, we'll I'll be damn, you really are a star now, huh Nicki?'- Sirayah VeTuldo
Cindy's POV
I sighed in relief. I still had my job. God, I thought I'd lose everything after that crazy shit. Gwendolyn looked pissed when she saw me strut out the CEO's office with my head held high. Yeah bitch, I'm still above you. Dumb ho. My friends wanted to throw a little get together at my place, and I'm so ready for that. It will be another week before I am to travel to Paris again. I was walking to my car in the underground parking lot when I saw Jazmine standing at my car. She had on a blonde wig, shades, some gray yoga pants and a white crop top. She was also fidgeting, couldn't stand still for nothing.
"I'm so sorry, so so sorry." She was scratching at her arm. "You messed my hair up and…and I was so mad, couldn't think straight. That's why I dropped it. To show how really sorry I am."
She sounded as terrible as she was looking, but I wasn't going to go easy on her.
"You need rehab."
"I need you to forgive me, damn Cindy, I know I'm fucked up, but I'm getting worse without you…shit man...you really gon' leave me out here like this?" she began rubbing the back of her neck. I folded my arms and glared at her.
"Rehab." I remained at square one. She removed her glasses, showing me her glass, bloodshot eyed stare.
"Do I LOOK like I need rehab?"
"…Yes." She stomped her foot.
"I already apologized! What more do you want?" I sighed. I thought the next time I'd see her I'd have the energy for this, you know what? I don't.
"I cannot and will not speak to you until you get your shit together Jazmine." When I walked passed her, she grabbed my wrist and began screaming. Shit!
"NOOOO!" tears were falling out her eyes and she kept pulling at me. This wasn't the place for this! I was at work!
"Go home Jazmine!" I hissed.
"NOOOO!" her grip got tighter and her screaming got louder. Defeated, I agreed to let her in the stupid car. She was still a sobbing mess in the passenger seat, wiping her face. What happened to us? What happened to her?
"Jazmine, I'll drive you to the rehab facility." I started my car and began driving. She was quiet and would occasionally release sniffles. When I pulled up to the Woodcrest Rehabilitation, she just stared out the window.
"The only way to go is up." I said, hoping to encourage her. She looked at me and turned back to the window. She had got out the car and was walking towards the building, I couldn't contain my smile. When she put her hand on the door, she froze, only to bolt away. My mouth could've hit the steering wheel when it fell. What the hell? She was right there! I just sighed and shook my head.
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Jazmine's POV
I haven't spoke to Cindy in 2 months since I ran away from the rehab center. I can help myself. I was in England at the moment, doing talk shows and photo shit…typical stuff. I was waiting to hit the clubs once again. Partying kept my mind off the father who now hates me, my friend who I shitted on and the life I was no doubt destroying. The breaks on this train were gone and showed no signs of slowing down. That night, while on stage, I poured myself a glass of whiskey and sat on the stool. Reaching for the mic with my right hand, I took it off the stand and began my concert. Afterwards, I went clubbing with Nina Star. Don't know when I got home though, but when I did, I collapsed on my bed, sleeping.
The sound of my phone blared on the right side of my ear. Not thinking, I grabbed it and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Jazmine!" the sound of my mothers' voice brought me out my slumber.
"What?"
"I've been trying to contact you for months, how are you? When are you coming home?"
"Never." I slurred.
"Jazmine, I know you and Tom have a strained relationship, but you don't want to push me out your life…do you?" She was quiet before she spoke again.
"You know…I think he just feels…guilty, as so do I…we never paid that much attention to you as a child." I gripped my forehead and groaned loudly.
"Not now…"
"Yes now!" she shouted into the phone. "I feel I am a terrible mother, and Tom is a terrible father."
"Right, I already knew that, let me go back to sleep." I hung the phone up in her face before she could finish. There was nothing she would say that I wanted to hear. I ignored my phone and its many rings. I picked it up and threw it out the window, shattering the glass, leaving a hole, and allowing a breeze into my room. I'll pay for the damages. Fuck it. At least I'll get some peace and quiet. When I got up, which wasn't until 7 p.m, I got dressed for another trip into the dead of night. Black ripped skinny jeans, flats, and a red crop top, I made my way into the city streets. I needed some more angel dust. I was at a club, but I went to the back where the drugs were. It was a pretty mellowed out place actually. I sat beside this white dude whose eyes were closed. He had long blonde locks and were pretty ragged looking in the clothes. I noticed a guitar bag at the foot of him, so I kinda kicked him with my foot. He opened his eyes and turned his head slowly to me. He had the prettiest green eyes…like mine.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Who are you?" I asked him, genuinely curious. He was handsome to me…and it's been awhile since I've gotten to know any guys.
"Nikoali Bryars. I already know you, Hollywould."
"Please, uhm, it's Jazmine." I smiled.
"I knew that too." His smile was small. Blushing, I pointed to his guitar.
"You play? You in a band?"
"Yes and yes. I'm actually here because of my drummers connect with some Londoner who owns a record studio here. But now I'm high, just to get the edge off, kinda nervous."
After doing a line, I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, this life can get nerve wrecking. What's the name of your band?"
"Red Wonderwall. Have you ever heard of Oasis? They're one of my favorite bands."
"I actually have!" I grinned. Sitting up, he extended his hand out for mine.
"Wanna leave here? I want to show you something?" I instantly took his hand he led me to his hotel room.
"I got these black back lights that looks like the universe." He cut out the lights to reveal all sorts of nebulas and stars in various covers on the ceiling. After doing more lines, we laid on the floor.
"Wow…I feel like I'm in space." I laughed uncontrollably. "Hey Nik, sing to me, show me what you got."
"How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the land slide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the land slide
In a champagne supernova
Champagne supernova in the sky…"
I could cry at how lovely his voice was. "You have an amazing voice."
"You ain't just saying that because you're high are you?" he laughed lightly.
"Haha, no…" we were there on the floor for the rest of the night. You know, I think I fell in love with his voice, I kept asking for champagne supernova's all night long.
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Nicole's POV
"So what she say?" I asked Kentrell. I didn't give out her number to anyone but him, not to cause trouble, but to try to convince her to get on the label with me. I showed him her Adele violin cover, and her singing Aaliyah's 'More Than A Woman' video I had taped a while ago. He liked her skill and I figured she'd buy a second opinion.
"She wasn't interested, for now." He tied his dreads in a ponytail. "But I'm more persistent than Cairo though. She fine and she can sing, I can't see why she wouldn't join our crew…must be because of that Huey dude, I swear, his college boy ass. What is he doing with her? She deserves better." He was looking in the mirror, checking himself out.
"I admire her loyalty though, but she has the loyalty to the wrong man, the wrong team."
"James is gonna fight Huey soon enough won't he?"
"Of course, and he will be well than ready…we've made special precautions to see Huey will face his demise."
Know, look…I know I'm not everyone's favorite bitch, and I did my fair share of dirt…but I'm actually trying to really patch things up with Sirayah now, she changed her number since I gave it to Kentrell and won't answer my Facebook messages, so that means I'll have to draw her out some kind of way.
"…What kind of precautions?" I asked. He turned to me and smiled.
"Need not worry Nicki." He hugged me and walked out my dress room. I sighed and stared at myself in the mirror. I got all I could ever want so…why do I have bouts of emptiness? They'll never know, but I got to stay happy, I got to prevail. I've come too far to doubt this shit. I gave up too much to end this shit. I was dressed in this pretty blue dress, silver stilettos, and a head piece on my head. I was shooting a music video for the most important song in my life…I even mention Sirayah in it. I sighed. Damn it, Alice ruined everything. I still despise her…but I digress. She won't win just yet. I'm taking back everything that's mine. Escobar included.
And I know just how to do it too. It's been awhile since their pretty little relationship had its boat rocked anyway.
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Sirayah's POV
Huey was leaving for Texas for a match, Riley had a scheduled concert with Caesar in Milwaukee, and Cindy was still in Paris for her shoot. Me and Alice were left all alone here in Maryland, well actually I was by myself, Alice had to work. Both Huey and Riley tried to talk us into coming with them, but we still had priorities here at home. Alice told me Riley has been egging her to go ahead and quit, but she refused and would only accept his offer about helping her with school. She's due for school in the fall. I'm getting my band ready for this Battle of the Bands concert they got going on in New York. It's going to be at Madison Square Garden and it's to raise money to fund children on musical scholarships on the east coast. This is a mighty big deal to me. Huey wished me luck and told me he wished me the best for my students. You know, when Huey wants to, he can be a loving and supportive person. When my phone rang that Thursday night, I answered it quickly; it was the event planner Nathaniel Davis.
"Hello?"
"Hi Ms. VeTuldo, I know it's late, but I just got word that celebrities wishes to perform at halftime. This would be lucrative for our purposes and it will attract an even more of a big crowd."
"Who?"
"Kentrell and Nicki Cole, and Cairo they will perform their latest hits 'Bottoms Up,', 'Lollipop', and 'Bedrock.'"
A nightmare. This has to be a nightmare. Couldn't they get The Duchess or Nina Star even? Hell…uhm…get John Legend or something, his ass can actually PLAY an instrument. And I would love to hear him sing Green Light live…mmm.
"What kind of roster is that? It would make sense to ask John Legend perform or something. Artists that actually play instruments…"
"We couldn't get Legend, that's why we initially scraped the idea of celeb appearances for halftime, but they offered to perform. My guess is they want to make positive press." I huffed in defeat. There was no way around it was there? This had to be Nicki's idea because she knows I go to Battle of the Bands every year. Since I was a kid, I'd go, and all I'd see was one day me standing out there, directing music for the masses to listen to.
"Is there something we need to know about this line up? You aren't the only facilitator who isn't warm to this idea, but it will keep life in this project. In protest, 2 schools have opted out the event."
He is right. I'm not doing this for me; I'm doing it for the kids who put their hearts in their practice. These are for the kids who want to show the world they can literally make music ooze out their fingers and get recognized for it.
"Alright." I sighed. Damn it. I love music and kids too much. If I were selfish I'd drop the band out. I see where the other schools are saying, why people who puts no effort into their music have come here and re-wire their concept of music? Guah. I might as well suck it up. I called Alice once she got off work and told her the news.
"That's some ol' bullshit." She said, huh…sounding like Riley all ready.
"I know…I don't really want to see her."
"Mm, I know you don't…especially since you'll be there by yourself." I frowned hard.
"What you mean?"
"My co-worker Monica is having her baby; I have to work all weekend."
My heart dropped. Out of ALL the times she managed to be off on weekend, THIS is the week they keep her? Ugh! Pregnant women screws over everything! I do wish her well on her labor mind you.
"You have got to be kidding! Can't someone take your spot?"
"Nope. I asked Penelope would she mind, she would have, but her mother is getting married to her 3rd husband, she wants her to attend."
I groaned. Bull! This was all bull! So I'd be going at this alone. Fine…I'll deal.
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Huey's POV
I gave a swift kick in the air, the crowd 'ooohed' at his fast acting. I won 2 rounds out the three, and I was on my way to winning this round. Lenoard Jenkins was a decent fighter, but not decent enough to face me. After dodging two jabs I swung at him with a left hook, connecting with his jaw. He staggered backwards as he lost his footing; I wasted no time grabbing his arm, flipping him over to put him in this tight ass triangle hold. My legs were crushing his neck as he slapped the floor, tapping out. The crowd cheered at my swift win, I shook his hand and made my way to the dressing room. I wasn't celebrating anything; I had my eyes set on that James asshole. I was in Texas alone. Riley and Ceasar were in Milwaukee, Cindy was out of town, and the girls remained in Woodcrest. It's been such a long time since we were all separated like this. I gathered my things and proceeded to my car. After throwing my things in the truck, I walked back to the front of my car when I heard slow claps behind me, turning my head, I saw the object of my hatred.
"That was a good fight Huey, you cold on those Triangle holds." James Jackson nodded.
"What do you want?"
"I wanted to congratulate you nigga, taking a win right before you lose, we fight next week, and I'm here to say let the best man win, though I refuse to let you win in my home city though."
"Fuck your city." I spat.
"You aren't that much of a gracious winner, I see." He laughed, showing off that big ass gap smile.
"I don't shit talk, we'll see who the real winner will be next week." He nodded slowly.
"Respect. Oh, my cousin will see your lady in New York tomorrow. He'll make sure to tell her I said hey." I arched an eyebrow.
"Cousin?"
"Yeah, my nigga Kentrell."
"Oh, the fag." His playful taunting took an abrupt halt.
"Yo, that's my blood you speak of; I didn't say anything about your bitch ass brother."
"Come say that to my face." I threatened. Fuck a week; I'd kick his ass right now.
"Ha, I like that. You're ready for an ass whooping. You can wait till next week." He turned on his heels and whistled as he strolled back into the stadium. Despite his diss at Riley, I had thought back to something else he said. What was Kentrell doing going to the Battle of the Bands? Little bitch would approach her when I can't be around. But that's okay. I know her, and I know me. As soon as he pulls some stunts, my foot is knee deep in his ass. I don't like these people testing me like I'm soft or something. They are going to learn I'm nothing to play with.
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Sirayah's POV
I sighed as I was woken up on the bus by the loud enthusiastic teenagers. We were outside the Hilton and they rushed outside the bus to unpack into their rooms. This was a 3 day trip. Friday was a free day, but it was mandatory we practice for the show before we let the kids out in the city. Saturday was the show, and Sunday we would head back home. I was so lonely without my girls, but I knew I had to stay strong. My phone rang, it was Huey.
"Hello?"
"Hey Ms. Sexy, how are you?" I giggled as I walked into the lobby.
"I'm good, we're at the hotel unloading, we're gonna rest up then go down to the Garden, practice, and let the kids have the whole day to themselves."
"That's good, so…I heard you'll be having company tomorrow."
"Yeah, Nicki them will be here." I wanted to forget that, eh.
"No, I'm talking about Kentrell." He said lowly. I sucked my teeth as I got my key card from the front desk.
"Don't worry Huey." I never did tell him about Kentrell calling me, he would have made a big deal about it…I guess that was a loss cause because he's fussing about it anyway…they announced their arrival to this event earlier this morning.
"I'm not worried about you; you should be worried about these niggas out here."
"Huh?"
"These folks playin' with me."
"They know not to do that." I opened my door and looked around my room.
"I do think they do. But at least I get to take it out all on James' face next week."
"Oh, you won the match! Great!" I smiled.
"Yea, I wish you were here though, I'm very sexually frustrated." I cracked up.
"This is not a playing matter." That made me want to laugh even harder.
"Poor Huey." I said in a fake sad voice.
"You're not right, but hey, I got to go to the gym, I'll get at you later. Stay safe and have fun, I love you."
I blinked.
"That was the first time you ever told me that!" I squealed.
"Heh, it's true. Can I get a I love you back?"
"I love you too Huey." I was so happy. I was happy for the rest of Friday, despite the grueling 6 hours of practice. I hit the hay around 10:30 p.m, I had a long Saturday ahead of me.
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My ears freaking hurt. Guah, our school was near the last on the list, so that meant we would play after halftime. I had to sit through that awful song Lollipop.
Ow... Uh huh Renegade Baby
I say he so sweet make her wanna lick the wrapper
So I let her lick the wrapper
She lick me like a lollipop [x4]
[Chorus 1 (x2):]
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps
[Verse 1: Cairo]
OK, little mama had a swag like mine
She even wear her hair down her back like mine
I make her feel right when it's wrong like lying
Man, she ain't never had a love like mine
And man I ain't never seen an ass like hers
And that pussy in my mouth had me loss for words
Told her back it up like erp erp
And I made that ass jump like jerk, jerk
And that's when she lick me like a lollipop (oh yeah I like that)
she lick me like a lollipop (I like that)
she lick me like a lollipop (I like that)
she lick me like a lollipop
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2:]
Shawty wanna thug (oh yeah I like that)
Bottles in the club (oh yeah I like that)
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps
[Static Major:]
OK after you back it up and stop
Drop it shawty drop it like it's hot
Oh, drop it like it's hot
Do it shawty don't stop
[Verse 2: Cairo]
Shawty said the nigga that she with ain't shit
Shawty said the nigga that she with ain't this
Shawty said the nigga that she with can't hit
But shawty I'm a hit it hit it like I can't miss
And he can't do this
And he doesn't do that
Shawty need a a refund, need a bring that nigga back
Just like a refund I make her bring that ass back
And she bring that ass back
Because I like that
[Chorus 2]
she lick me like a lollipop [x3]
So I let her lick the wrapper
Like a lollipop
[x4]
Call me so I can make it juicy for you
Call me so I can get it juicy for you
[Chorus 1]
I get her on top she drop it like it hot
And when I'm at the bottom she Hillary Rodham
The middle of the bed
Giving getting head, giving getting head, giving getting head
I said mhm... I like that
Said u. I like that
I said mhm... I like that
Mhmm
Call me so I can come and do it for your
Call me so I can come and prove it for your
Call me so I can make it juicy for you
Call me so I can get it juicy for you
Shawty wanna lick me like a lollipop
she lick me like a lollipop
She said he's so sweet
Makes her Wanna lick the wrapper
So I let her lick the wrapper
That was the most shit lyrics I've ever heard in my life. His fans just cheered and screamed like it wasn't their business. Then I had to hear Bottoms Up with Nicki and Kentrell, wow…what the hell she do to herself? You know, people told me she had plastic surgery done and I honestly been so busy I haven't even seen her in a while, but she looks un recognizable to me now. That wasn't my cousin, I don't know who the hell that is. And what the hell she wearing? She looks like the result if a green, pink, and yellow highlighter threw up on her.
[Verse 3: Nicki Cole]
Can I get that 'tron
Can I get that Remmy
Can I get that Coke
Can I get that Henny
Can I get that Margarita on the rock rock rock
Can I get salt all around that rim rim rim rim
Ken
I was like yo Ken
Do you think you can buy me a bottle of Rose
Okay lets get it now
I'm wit a bad bitch he's wit his friends
I don't say "Hi", I say "Keys to the Benz"
Keys to the Benz? Keys to the Benz!
Motherfuckin right yeah weed to the 10
If a bitch try to get cute ima stomp her
Throw alotta money at her then yell fuck her
Fuck her fuck her then yell fuck her
Then I'm go and get my louisville slugger
Excuse me I'm sorry I'm really such a lady
I rep Team Renegade
You know Slim, Baby?
And we be doin donuts while we wave in the 3-80
We give alot of money to the babies out in haiti
Yellin all around the world
Do you hear me? Do you like my body?
Anna Nicki
Rest in peace to anna nicole smith
Yes, my dear, you're so explosive
Say hi to Mary, Mary and Joseph
Now bottoms up and double my dosage
[Chorus: Kentrell]
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Ay whats in ya cup
Got a couple bottles
But a couple aint enough
(Turn you) bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms
Bottoms up
Some of my students danced to that song. Ugh, I just wanted to do our shit and get it over with. We were known to have some fire performances, so when Hoover High was called, we got the real royal treatment. We were rocking our black and gold colors with pride.
"IT'S TIME TO DO THIS SHIT!" Greg yelled. I let that slide, because I knew he was excited, he was the percussion squad leader after all, and I say that because our opening song is the song they've been dying to do. I made my way out to the field and on to the podium. I raised my hands and the brass played the intro to 's 'Who Dat.' The crowd went wild when the percussion marched out, dancing with their drums, the wind players followed behind them, rocking side to side, getting into their formation. Keeping my attention on my directing was hard, because we were sounding so good; I wanted to dance with our majorettes, who were also killing it, by the way. There wasn't a single ass in a seat during our performance; you can hear them scream the chorus.
'Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame!
Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame!
Don't ask me my mothafuckin name!'
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Nicole's POV
I was smiling, I was so proud of her. She always said she'd be down there, and she was.
"She ain't all that." I heard Tonya say behind me. It was awhile since we hung out after I got so busy, I brought her along.
"Yo, chill on the hating…" I said strongly.
"This coming from the person who sold her out, girl please." She giggled. I frowned, she better stop trippin' on that shit. After the concert was over, I set out to look for her. I found her band packing up in their instrument bus; some other bands were having battles on the other side of the lot.
"Ya-ya!" I cried. She and her students turned her head to me.
"Nicole…what?" she asked. I shook my head.
"Look, I didn't mean to start no shit when I gave Kentrell your-"
" ! How are you!" Kentrell jumped in front of me. I was starting to get pissed off at all this disrespectful shit that was happening. Tonya wasn't too far behind me either.
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Sirayah's POV
So this was the whore everyone loves to gossip with. Tonya Vasquez. Me and her threw daggers at each other.
"How's Huey doing?" she asked me.
"He's fine. He's not looking for you though, you could be dead in a ditch, he wouldn't care."
"Such a nasty attitude, and to display that in front of your precious students." Tonya yawned. I rolled my eyes.
"Tonya! Quit drinking the haterade." Kentrell looked back at her, then to me.
"Yo, why not come hang with us at our hotel." Nicole grabbed my hand. "Please?" she begged me. I didn't want to do this! I was tired damn it! And because I was tired, I didn't fight her anymore.
"Fine. Just for an hour, I have to get up in the morning." Nicole smiled and literally dragged me to her limo. It was just her, me, and Kentrell, Cairo and Tonya went to party. When I got to Nicki's place I wanted to get down to business.
"What did you mean to tell me?" I asked. She sighed.
"I'm sorry about giving Ken your number, but I figured if you heard from a successful artist, you'd change your mind and join me."
"Yeah, baby." Kentrell snaked his arms around my shoulders. "I could use you in many ways." He licked his lips. I moved away from him.
"I bet you could." I turned my attention back to Nicole.
"The hell did you get plastic surgery for?"
"My ass was too flat and my tits were too small." She shrugged.
"So are you happy?" I asked her, she looked at me with a look I couldn't describe.
"Yeah, I am."
"That's good. Nice to see you dissin Alice still." She rolled her eyes.
"That's why we fell apart; you dwell on old shit too much. I don't see why you still mad, you got folks who don't like you while you got fans of your own. If I didn't do it, someone else would find out and talk shit about it anyway."
"True but damn Nicki…really? I'm blood and you did me like that?"
"I didn't mean to, I only meant to out Alice."
I snorted loudly. "Because that's much better."
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Kentrell's POV
I was so bored with this drama shit between them, Nicki cock blocking this is time to let Sirayah know what kind of nigga I am. I cleared my throat loudly, interrupting them.
"Anyway Sirayah, I was thinking, what amount of money could Renegade offer you to persuade your decision?"
"None." Her gray eyes lit up with defiance. I fucking loved that about her. She is the master at playing hard to get, that's what making this chase so interesting.
"You missin out on a lot of money…I bet those student's could use that money." She just stared at me before laughing.
"You are not slick nigga. Nice try." I was tweaked, but not enough to give up. Nicole whipped out some weed and passed me some after she declined to smoke any.
"What? You too good to smoke some with us?"
"That's what I mean." I rolled my eyes. She'll come to me some way. I got to figure out how.
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Sirayah's POV
I made it home, finally, after sitting and listening to Nicki's bullshittin ass stories and Kentrell's lame ass attempts to get me either high or drunk. I was ready to hit the hay. Boy…do I have some stories to tell to Alice.
Whoooo! Next chapter: Huey Vs. James. LEGGO BITCH LEGGO! lmao