fat-ass bitch,” Tonette taunted as Monique walked toward the door.
Weight was always a sore spot with Monique. Although she was pretty and brown-skinned, Monique was ghetto-girl thick and designer clothing rarely fit her, but she squeezed her ass into what she could. The girls always joked that she was gonna have recurring yeast infections because of how tight her shit was hemmed up. Monique didn’t care, though. With her clothes and good looks, nobody could have told her she wasn’t fly. Her signature hairstyle, huge, gold, shoulder-length box-braid extensions that she wore in a high ponytail, just topped off her package. She even carried a lighter to get rid of any fly-aways and she always kept the ends burnt.
There had always been a friendly competition between Crystal and Tonette because they were both slim, trim, and fly. They always rolled with the niggas that had bank, but Monique made up her niggas.
Monique could take certain things off of Crystal, though, because they were the closest. More like sisters. Crystal had always told her she was going to say something to Tonette about the way she talked about Monique, but that time never came. Now she was dead and Monique was left to fend for herself.
Monique stopped momentarily. She couldn’t believe that Tonette had talked to her like that, but then again, she could.Ever since the SBBs were formed, Tonette had the final say-so on everything, including real talk. Monique was surprised that Shaunna had her head so far up Tonette’s ass, because she talked about her like a dog.
“Bitch, if my leg wasn’t fucked up, I swear, I’d kick your ass.”
“Come on, I’m right here,” Tonette confirmed with her hands raised upward. “Yo’ leg ain’t got shit to do with you not being able to kick my ass. Yo ass just fat and can’t keep up with this right here.”
Tonette ran her hands up and down the sides of her trim, lean body.
“I’m not gonna argue with you, Tonette.” She looked at Shaunna. “You comin’?” she asked, ignoring Tonette’s challenge. Monique looked at Shaunna, then back at Tonette.
“Monique, quit trippin’. All this shit ain’t necessary. It’s over and done with. Just forget about it.”
She couldn’t believe that Shaunna would stay.
“We the SBBs, baby. Me, you, Tonette, and Crystal. Even though she dead, but that’s the way shit goes.”
Monique shook her head sadly, in disbelief. “Be careful,” she said to Shaunna, “you know what she capable of.” She nodded toward Tonette.
“She a SBB heifer. We got each other’s back. But I know one thing: if you walk out that door, you gonna be worse off than that stupid bitch Laci ever was,” Tonette warned.
“Fuck you, Tonette, and everything that you stand for!” Monique yelled, slamming the door behind her.
CHAPTER 8
I T HAD BEEN days since Smurf had seen Gloria. Although upset with how she’d decided to live her life, Smurf couldn’t turn his back on his mother. He was the only one that she had, and he didn’t want to abandon her.
Pulling up to her building, Smurf looked at the front window of his mother’s apartment. “I wonder what she’s doing in there,” he said to himself. He had a feeling she had a man in there, but he didn’t want to believe it.
After sitting in his car for twenty minutes, Smurf got out and decided to go see his mother.
“I wish she would have moved with me,” he said to himself as he walked up the stairs. The apartment building was so worn down, he wondered if it was a safety hazard.
Reaching the third floor, he walked slowly toward her apartment, 311. Smurf’s heart began racing, not knowing what to expect. Out of common courtesy, he raised his hand to knock on the door.
Knock knock knock. A few seconds passed and nobody answered. He knocked again. Still, nobody answered.
Smurf then reached toward the doorknob and turned it. Surprisingly, it turned and allowed him access to the apartment. It was completely dark, but he
Weight was always a sore spot with Monique. Although she was pretty and brown-skinned, Monique was ghetto-girl thick and designer clothing rarely fit her, but she squeezed her ass into what she could. The girls always joked that she was gonna have recurring yeast infections because of how tight her shit was hemmed up. Monique didn’t care, though. With her clothes and good looks, nobody could have told her she wasn’t fly. Her signature hairstyle, huge, gold, shoulder-length box-braid extensions that she wore in a high ponytail, just topped off her package. She even carried a lighter to get rid of any fly-aways and she always kept the ends burnt.
There had always been a friendly competition between Crystal and Tonette because they were both slim, trim, and fly. They always rolled with the niggas that had bank, but Monique made up her niggas.
Monique could take certain things off of Crystal, though, because they were the closest. More like sisters. Crystal had always told her she was going to say something to Tonette about the way she talked about Monique, but that time never came. Now she was dead and Monique was left to fend for herself.
Monique stopped momentarily. She couldn’t believe that Tonette had talked to her like that, but then again, she could.Ever since the SBBs were formed, Tonette had the final say-so on everything, including real talk. Monique was surprised that Shaunna had her head so far up Tonette’s ass, because she talked about her like a dog.
“Bitch, if my leg wasn’t fucked up, I swear, I’d kick your ass.”
“Come on, I’m right here,” Tonette confirmed with her hands raised upward. “Yo’ leg ain’t got shit to do with you not being able to kick my ass. Yo ass just fat and can’t keep up with this right here.”
Tonette ran her hands up and down the sides of her trim, lean body.
“I’m not gonna argue with you, Tonette.” She looked at Shaunna. “You comin’?” she asked, ignoring Tonette’s challenge. Monique looked at Shaunna, then back at Tonette.
“Monique, quit trippin’. All this shit ain’t necessary. It’s over and done with. Just forget about it.”
She couldn’t believe that Shaunna would stay.
“We the SBBs, baby. Me, you, Tonette, and Crystal. Even though she dead, but that’s the way shit goes.”
Monique shook her head sadly, in disbelief. “Be careful,” she said to Shaunna, “you know what she capable of.” She nodded toward Tonette.
“She a SBB heifer. We got each other’s back. But I know one thing: if you walk out that door, you gonna be worse off than that stupid bitch Laci ever was,” Tonette warned.
“Fuck you, Tonette, and everything that you stand for!” Monique yelled, slamming the door behind her.
CHAPTER 8
I T HAD BEEN days since Smurf had seen Gloria. Although upset with how she’d decided to live her life, Smurf couldn’t turn his back on his mother. He was the only one that she had, and he didn’t want to abandon her.
Pulling up to her building, Smurf looked at the front window of his mother’s apartment. “I wonder what she’s doing in there,” he said to himself. He had a feeling she had a man in there, but he didn’t want to believe it.
After sitting in his car for twenty minutes, Smurf got out and decided to go see his mother.
“I wish she would have moved with me,” he said to himself as he walked up the stairs. The apartment building was so worn down, he wondered if it was a safety hazard.
Reaching the third floor, he walked slowly toward her apartment, 311. Smurf’s heart began racing, not knowing what to expect. Out of common courtesy, he raised his hand to knock on the door.
Knock knock knock. A few seconds passed and nobody answered. He knocked again. Still, nobody answered.
Smurf then reached toward the doorknob and turned it. Surprisingly, it turned and allowed him access to the apartment. It was completely dark, but he
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