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"You don't need nobody else and you're putting this all on me" - Bryson Tiller X Right My Wrongs
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Arielle
I leave ATL tomorrow and I was glad. The plan was to leave next week but I didn't give a fuck. After everything that happened I found me a ticket real quick.
Call me a bitch for running. I don't care.
I sat still as this lady did my toe nails watching absolutely nothing.
"Kim you don't mind if we did a few appearances?" My manager, Jr. asked
"Yeah go ahead..."
I mumbled and he walked off talking on the phone while using his iPad.
I could hear the buzz of my phone. I was about to grab it when the lady stopped me.
"No moving. Mess nails up." She yelled
"Sorry! sorry! sorry!" I said completely forgetting she was doing my nails
She shook her head and I was eager to see who texted. It buzzed again and I looked down at my toes. She was on my last foot.
"Phone not important."
I nodded
It buzzed again and I was paranoid. I was dying to see who it was.
"Daniella!" I semi yelled as she walked into the room
"What?"
"Can you get my phone??"
She nodded about to grab it when she looked at me and I could see a grimace appear on her face causing me to sigh. She was up to something.
"Only if you let me have your last hotpocket" I shook my head, "No. That's mine the hell. You know I love hotpockets"
"Oh well then, text message is gonna have to wait" I shrugged, "I don't care"
She looked at me noticing I didn't crack.
"Let's see who texted..." She opened it up
"Geo....Geo...Geo... who's Geo?"
My heart pounded. Oh man he texted me. He prolly texted to tell me what a bitch I am.
I bit the inside of my lips. The lady doing my nails put these things between my toes and then sprayed.
"10 Minutes! Drying. "
"Thank you" she stood up dropping her things inside her basket.
I stood up and Daniella held my phone up in the air.
"Take the hot pocket I don't care. Gimmie my phone" I said
She handed it to me with the biggest smile on her face.
I grabbed it opening it.
Can I call you?
R u still in ATL?
It's important...
He's gonna be like oh I don't think things are going great with us. I don't wanna talk to you anymore. Ugh. I know this nigga is gonna say that.
...want me to stop by?😕
He read the message two minutes later.
He prolly thinks imma try the same shit as last time. I honestly don't know why I got pissed for no reason. That's the definition of a thirsty bitch.
