My Thug Got A Rider by Onyxx Black

something else. You really need to work on the words that come out of your mouth. Manners make up a woman and define her worth more than how she looks on the outside. How do you expect to get a man talking and thinking the way you do?” I started to tell her I didn’t need any nigga for shit when she cut me off. “You may not want a man right now, but sometimes love doesn’t come when you want it to or when you decide that it is time. Love is unexpected. Love comes in many packages, even at the bottom of Pandora’s Box. Knowing you and your story, Oshun will have it no other way. When the spirits gift love, they gift it the same way you live. Be careful how you live.” Damn. That was deep. I didn’t know exactly what that was supposed to mean but it still gave me something to think about.
    “Yes, ma’am. What did you need me for you?” She sat down in her chair. “Put my hair in one of those braids that wrap around.” I raised my eyebrows at her. The only time I did her hair in a crown braid, was for a special occasion. Let me find out Ms. B. had a date.
    “Going somewhere special?” When she smiled, her whole face lit up like I mentioned candy to a little kid. Ms. B. was gorgeous and reminded me of Naomi Campbell. The only difference was she was slightly darker.
    “Maybe.” She looked at me through the green trimmed vanity mirror and smiled. For an older lady she didn’t look anywhere past thirty. I made sure to do the braids carefully and tightly so her long curly hair didn’t come unraveled. When I was finished, I watched Ms. B. put on the MAC lip-gloss I bought her for her birthday along with the diamond earrings; I assume came from her new boo.
    “You look so beautiful. I hope you have some fun tonight. You deserve it.” I winked at her reflection in the mirror.
    “Thank you. Tell Shauna I said happy birthday. I sure hope you make it in before me, Miss Thang.” I went to my room and saw Kennedi staring out the window.
    “Is that your car out there?” I slid on my leather bomber jacket, my grey UGG boots and picked up my keys.
    “Yeah. You like it?” She nodded.
    “I love it, but Ms. G was bitching about it.” I rolled my eyes.  Her miserable ass was always bitching about something.
    “What did she say?” Just then I heard somebody yelling in the other room. Kennedi jumped up and opened the door. I was right behind her. Ms. Greene stood there with her hand on her wide hips, yelling at Lexi.
    “Next time I come pick your ungrateful ass up from work, you better be ready! Not a minute late. As a matter of fact, have your ass outside waiting. You can’t even put a decent amount of gas in my damn car and you bring your ass out late because of some nigga. Don’t even wash your ass right. Out here smelling like must and you want to have me waiting while you out here getting fake abortion money.” Lexi’s whole face was beet red. I was laughing on the inside, but I’ll be damned if I felt sorry for the bitch.
    “Bitch I never asked your dyke ass to do anything for me. You did it because you wanted to and you thought I was about to be with you. Yeah, I let you fuck but that’s it. I told yo’ nasty ass that I wasn’t fucking with you like that, but you kept coming for me. Now, you want to play me like I’m some kind of punk ass bitch.” Well damn, I always had my suspicions about her, but this was just too much.
    “When you poured yo’ heart out to me about getting you up out this mothafucka you wasn’t saying all of that. Don’t say dyke like I didn’t have you spread eagle in my office the other night. Should have took your dirty, pregnant ass to the clinic and let you spread your legs for them.” Ms. Greene was too reckless and this was about as much as my straight ears could take. Kennedi was way too young to be hearing their conversation anyway. She was only twelve but I'm sure she'd heard a lot more than any twelve-year-old should ever have to know. Ms. B. had to have already