awkward.

eighty-four

OTM

cowgirlfriend 🐮🤍: Attachment: 1 Image

cowgirlfriend 🐮🤍: She wanted me to send this to you 😂

Imagine my surprise when I'm at home minding my business and I get a picture sent to me from Beys phone.

That's not even the bad part, it's what the picture was. She was holding a gun with a blunt in between her lips.

Who the fuck does this little girl think she is? She's always doing some shit, I swear.

: who tf is this?

cowgirlfriend 🐮🤍: Just Wayne calm down

: wya?

cowgirlfriend 🐮🤍: She's going to be pissed at me

cowgirlfriend 🐮🤍: She's been on one since she got here

: nigga do i look like a give a fuck??

: tell me where you are

cowgirlfriend 🐮🤍: Okay let me get the address idk it  off the top of my head

While Wayne was doing that, I put my shoes on and got in my car. Bey is way too much.

I put the address in my phone after Wayne sent it and drove to the address.

As soon as I got in the neighborhood it was in I knew Bey didn't need to be here. They couldn't be up to any good here.

I made sure anything expensive looking was out of sight before I got out of my car and went to the door.

It was open but I rang the doorbell anyway. I didn't want to get shot for being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

The problem is Bey doesn't know to do any of the stuff I just did. If she keeps hanging around Wayne she's going to be taken advantage of or hurt.

Some random guy I've never seen answered the door. "What's goo-"

"My girlfriends in here." I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone I didn't have to.

He moved out of the way and let me inside. Yeah bitch, he better.

I walked inside and found Bey in the living room talking to some bitch. Why is she always in some bitches face? She's so embarrassing.

I picked her up by her shirt and made her stand up. "Why are you always playing?"

"I'm not playing." She pulled her shirt out of my grip and sat back down. "You can leave."

Excuse me? "I can leave now? Who the fuck are you talking to?"

"You."

She's obviously high if she's talking to me like this so I wasn't even going to argue back. "Get your stuff and let's go."

"No. You don't need to keep coming to get me, I was fine here."

"You were fine here playing with guns and smoking weed? And talking to other bitches?" The girl looked around and pointed to herself. "What's your name?"

"Diamond. Not bitch."

Hm. A stripper name, how fitting. She was pretty, brownskin, and think but she just had the look of a stripper.

"Well Diamond, she has a girlfriend and she's not interested."

"I have a boyfriend, we were just talking."

"Yeah, I talk to people of all genders. I'm a responsible adult, you don't need come pick me up like I'm done little kid."

"Okay, tell me all about it in the car. I have a surprise for you." No I don't.