Juanita Monroe-Giancola was always a people pleaser. Doing stuff she didn't necessarily want to do just to make others happy and bring a smile on their face and brighten up their day.
Especially after the death of her twin sister, Maria.
Juanita fee...
Another really super long and messy chapter ahead lol
Anyways, back to the debauchery...
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Juanita's P.O.V.
July, 1999
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"All I'm saying girl, is that Marshall treats you like a regular groupie, just like Denaun does me, but shiiiiiittttttt, at least I know what is up with us, and I'm cool with it. You on the other hand, you running behind that white boy, looking at him all wide-eyed and shit. Sis, stop embarrassing yourself like this," Tasha tells me, laughing drunkenly as the two of us are sat at the bar at some club.
Starting to feel a little tipsy myself, I can't even find myself offended at the extremely condescending tone she is using with me, which I'm used to anyways, like Tasha is always talking to me like this. I think that's just how she is.
Her words still hurt though, because I want to believe that in his own messed-up way, Marshall cares about me. I mean, he has to, right?? Because otherwise ehy not just toss me aside completely if that wasn't the case? Especially after he already got what he wanted from me.
"Girl, you are dumb as fuck, I'm sorry to say," Tasha continues to laugh at me after I espress my thoughts to her, then she hands me another drink. "Here sis. You need this way more than I do with your delusional self."
After a few more hours of this, I'm starting to feel... a certain way.
Like, I don't even know, you guys.
But Marshall sometimes does piss me off.
That whole When we together, we together. When we not, we not thing for example. What if I would've said those exact same words to him, like how would he feel?!
"Exactly, girl," Tasha continues egging me on, and I toss back another shot, slamming the glass on the table like I'm tough.
"And why did he say I couldn't come see him at the studio before all of us go to the club today?! Like he always wants me there with him!" I complain to Tasha who makes a conspiratorial face at me.
"I don't know, sis. It might be that he's got some other chick in there with him today that he's fucking," she says evilly to me, a wide grin on her face for some reason.
"Really, you think that's what it is, girl?" I ask her then, my heart suddenly plummeting, my currently intoxicated state only amplifying the feelings of hurt and betrayal.
"Most likely, girl. I mean, what else would it be?"
"Well um... maybe he just wanted his privacy? Plus, there's literally like no reason for me to even be at the studio with him when he records. Like, what do I even bring to the table there?" I start to attempt thinking reasonably again, but Tasha just laughs at me.
