SAVAGE 3

5.

[Hi. I hope you guys are doing great! I just want y'all to know that I love to write. Everything you see written comes straight from my brain. I have no other source. Every single dialogue comes from Darraneica's brain.
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"You and that damn camera." Amber cursed, glancing at Jersey's way.

Jersey held up her Sony camera and took a few snapshots of the nearby statue. She'd managed to purchase the black digital camera at Best Buy a few days ago. As of right now, it was her new obsession. She had fun taking pictures of every single thing.

"I'm making memories," Jersey remarked with a smirk on her face. "I like taking pictures. I should become a photographer or a YouTuber."

"But you're majoring in law. You're trying to become a lawyer, remember?"

Jersey shrugged her shoulders and said, "I can do both."

Amber scoffed and looked down at her vibrating cellphone. "You don't know what you want to do, yo..."

"This is the destination?" The driver questioned the women as he pulled over to the curb.

Jersey looked over at the building and said, "Yes, this is it. Thanks, Abel."

"No problem," Abel replied in a low tone as he checked out his surroundings. "How long will you two be inside?"

"Not long," Amber answered while pushing the door open.

Jersey didn't have to do the same. Jarod managed to open her door and help her out of the truck since it was well elevated. She thanked him while adjusting her Chanel purse.

It was a gift from Micah.

At first, Jersey wasn't going to carry the purse around, but she liked it. The medium-size Chanel bag was coated in white with a quilted style.

She ran her left hand through her wig as she walked side by side with Amber. Jersey was eight months pregnant and all stomach. She could barely fit her regular clothes, which is why she was wearing a dress today. Jeans and pants seemed to make her hot and uncomfortable.

Amber glanced over at Jersey, who was waddling. She was able to carry the baby around with the help of her physical strength and tall frame. Still, she seemed to be struggling.

"You good?" Amber questioned her.

"I'm alright," Jersey replied with a smirk. Jarod opened the door to the store, allowing the women to walk in first.

"You think you can walk around on your own?"

Jersey waved her off and said, "Girl, please. I got this."

The trio walked inside the dealership and couldn't help but look around. The building was filled with all kinds of gadgets to browse through. It reeked of oil, which bothered Jersey.

"This is...a lot." Jersey's eyes wandered around the room. "Amber, I don't know which one to choose from."

"Well, did he say specifically which one he wanted?"

"...Not really," Jersey replied lowly as she leaned over, examining the product in front of her.

"It's not hard to choose a motorcycle." Amber folded her arms. "I mean, just check out the specs."

"I'll just get some help because I'm not about to stress myself out," Jersey replied while turning around. Desperately, she examined the area, hoping she would place her eyes on an employee. Suddenly, a tall white man walked into her view. She looked up at him and couldn't help but notice his tattooed body and bald head.