SHA || part 2

23

Happy day after Thanksgiving!!!Now Christmas

Kiaria POV

It had been a few days since everything went down. Everything was good lately. Ben and Sky where together, or at least I thought. He was always there and he always was kissing her or in her hospital bed snugged up to her. Me and Ken was good too. Every now and then he would give me gifts and say it was just because. I had been putting money up on the side to save up for this gift I was planning on giving him. It was nothing much but I knew he would think it was special. I had just left from seeing Skylar and was on my way to work.

When I walked in I noticed Jeanna already there doing her job like a good little obedient girl. I smirked and walked into my office and looked at the view. Then I received a message from of my computer. It didn't have a name on it at all and it just said was look in your drawer. i did and what I saw next was confusing and scary at the same time.

WaTcH YoUr BAck BiTcH!

I just crumbled it up and looked around. Maybe it was Jeanna just doing to much.

"Did you do this?" I asked stepping out of my office and walked over to her desk.

"Do what?" She sighed.

"This little note, why you keep pushin buttons."

She rolled her eyes and sighed.I guess she was getting tired of the conversation, but I was getting tired of her fuckery. She looked at the note then looked at me. " If I wanted to say this, I wouldn't said it in your ugly ass face." She smiled proud of her remark. Im not trippin off of her at all. I snatched the note from out of her hand and went back into my office and went to work.

It's probably nothing, I'm sure it was just a joke.

SKYLAR POV

I was currently laughing at Ben while eating some Chinese food. He was trying to dance to Drake song Nice for What. He stopped when he heard Big Freedia voice. He looked confused but then kept dancing again. When the song stopped. Yella Brezzy-Thats on me came on and we started to rap togther.

Real stiff on these niggas, I gotta be
No Twitter, but these niggas follow me
Keep that fire on me, they talkin' 'bout robbin' me
Keep it one hunnid, bitch, you ain't gotta lie to me
The same nigga robbin' me, I thugged with him privately
I don't talk my business, keep my shit privately

Can't go behind bars, got a family that rely on me
And a nigga too north, so that pistol right on side of me
Say I act out violently, nigga move silently
Never been a pussy, so that shit ain't inside of me
Nigga want war, well go start a rivalry
Young nigga doin' numbers, you would think I hit the lottery

Baby girl swallow me, deep throat, gargle me

Rumor round the city, that some pussy nigga shot at me

But I was outta town, yeah seem like a lie to me
And the money that you countin' up, shit ain't a lot to me
Fuck is you mean boy, gangsta in my jeans boy
Walkin' in shoes that you ain't ever seen, boy
I don't like talkin' so the choppa got a beam, boy
When the bitch get to sparkin', it'll hit a nigga's spleen, boy
Too much powerslidin' make a nigga lean, boy
Next year is a drug, yeah I heard he a green boy
Mixin' this red with a little bit of green, boy
Play with me if ya wanna, it'll be a crime scene boy