Chase, a young teacher in Atlanta with a clandestine past, is out living life with no regrets, no kids, no worries, nothing to worry about but herself.
But eventually that gets boring, and with two of not only Atlanta's but America's most well known...
"About what? Sounds like you're livin half these bitches dreams." Ryan said.
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"I don't know. Everything's too perfect. He's actually a good guy, which surprised me but I really don't wanna get my feelings involved."
"Chase, don't run this one off. As a rapper, bitches are throwin' pussy left and right and get dipped on. So the fact that he's sticking around, shows he does like you."
"Yeah, he must." Alisha agreed.
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Ryan and Alisha were friends I'd had since college, but for the most part I hung with them separately. Brandon didn't know them and Cali got along with Ryan well but Cali and Alisha could never so much as be cordial.
"Y'all are right. I just got a bad feeling about this trip." I mumbled.
We had agreed to do lunch before my flight and I'd meet Cali at the airport once I was done, cause in her voice 'Ion wanna see that hoe, but tell Ryan I said heyy'.
I only told them the little shit about Quavo, like how we met, how he came over for dinner, and how he took me to the festival over a week ago.
I didn't include anything about Nayvadius or Tévon, not only cause it wasn't their business but also because them two aren't my focus.
We caught up a little bit and ate until I was ready to go, and once the checks came, I searched my purse and my mouth dropped.
