Nicki POV
These hoes keep popping up outta nowhere. Like pop corn. They testing my patience beyonce been fending the off too so that good. I'm proud of her ig. But that should be a given right? Supposed to digest the hoes for the queen you got a home? Should give props for something that needs to happen regardless.
I decide to dress up today to show these hoes that they cannot compete with someone they cannot compare to. My hair almost down to my ankles. I look good. I hold my self wit class and poise. These hoes carry themselves like they want to be me. They can't be me because I took away the pinkprint.
I am the real barbie these hoes just bratz dolls. I'm the real queen these hoes just sit ins. I'm the HBIC they just line leaders fuck. I'm finna kill these hoes as soon as I step into the area. I decide to drive my self. I grab my perfume and spray some Creed Aventus and grab . I reach for my pink lamborghini keys to match the outfit.
I head out to the garage and get into my two seater. I start the car up and pull off I stop at Normani's house and honk wait for her to come out. She hops in and starts spilling tea. I sit there taken aback. She asks what's going on with me so I start telling her about the hoes testing my gangster.
"Tell me why this hoe right came up to bey and I and start a conversation with bey like I wasn't there. And bey had the nerve to talk for a bit then left. Like how if you don't tell her to move or sumn."
"Fr? She had you messed up like a child's room."
"Ong."
"How you gone deal wit it?"
"I'm not they gone have to deal wit me...this whole week I'm doing the most, showing these hoes who the fuck I am and what I'm about."
"PURRRRRRRRR show these hoes how it's done" we laughed and talked all the way to the school. The sudden atmosphere change had me sick to my stomach. I don't know what it is but I feel like dying. I place my Louis Vuitton shades on as I parked in a teacher's spot and got out the car.
Many eyes were staring at Normani and I as we started walking towards the entrance. I feel the envious glares from those who wish they could dream of comparing to me. Many would crumble in the circumstance but I'm prevailing. My Christian Louboutins hitting the pavement with a click as I make my grand entrance.
I stop at the door and as if they read my mind the boys opened the door for me and my best friend. We look like royalty, and we smell like royalty. I reach into my Nancy Gonzalez clutch and I grab 500 dollars and throw it there way for their prestige. I look over towards Normani and her shades are on as well.
We practically own the school, no matter the drama being spread about us, mostly me...but anyways. It's the rubbernecking for me. I see Megan and her friends down the hallway and she waves us over. We walk towards her and start waving hi. We reach her and her clique and she hugs us.
"Girl this is sooo cute and the hair, to die for." I flip it a bit.
"Awe thank you, and don't act like you ain't come out here looking like a goddess."
"Nah hunny that's you, came out her dressed like a bag of money." I blush at the compliments.
"Thanksssss. So..your birthday is saturday, what are you thinking about doing." I questioned.
"Idk but the day before it I want a big ass party and to get fucked up. You should style me for my birthday dinner."
"Really me I'd be honored can I do all of you?" I say with my hand on my chest.
