Ride Out

C2: CONFLICT

There will be a time skip next chapter so pay attention to this one‼️-ForeverKayy💝

Amaya Clark

"Deny it one mo gin bitch!" Yania threatened me. "Nobody like that mane. Get cho dirty ass finger out my face!" I smacked it.

"If y'all don't shut the fuck up! Always arguin, It's 9:24! Too fuckin early fa alla that shit." Malaysia stepped down the steps.

I rolled my eyes. "She always on my ass bout liking a nigga. I don't like nobody." I jumped on the couch.

She smacked her lips. "Yeah okay. When Kentrell fuck, is yo ass gone be saying the same thing??" She tilted her head.

I palmed my face. "That'll neva happen shorty." I was being honest. I don't give the cookies up that easy🤷🏾‍♀️

After a few minutes of scrolling on Instagram I got this idea.

"What we gone do today?" I said

Malaysia raised a brow. Yania chucked her head at me so I could start speaking again.

"Whatchu tryna do today?" Malaysia said. "I don't know Malaysia. That's why I'm asking yall."

"Uhhhh why don't we do our own thang today? Then maybe we could have the guys come over later." Yania suggested. I shook my head.

"Oh hell nah. We ain't giving our location up to them niggas. We don't even Kno em all like that." I knitted my eyebrows.

"Right. Whatchu tryna do? When them niggas get on our bad side they gone know where we lay our head at lil bitch. Im on Maya side since yo ass wanna be on that dumb bitch juice." Malaysia agreed with me.

"Girl they ain't gone bite. Plus I'm going call dad today Soo.." Yania trailed off.

"Dont change the subject. I still dont want dem nighas over hea. But im chillin with ma girl so." Maylasia shrugged.

"Oh tell em Maya said hi.. I think imma visit mama."

We have the same mom but different dad's. Our mom passed away and me and Malaysia don't know who our fathers are. Yania's dad is like the father we never had.

"I guess we splittin up. I'mma go get ready." I said walking up the stairs.
"Aight." They said in unsion.

I grabbed my bra set, bonnet, towels and soaps to get in the shower.

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I dried off. I lotioned up because that after shower Ash is not to play with. I put on my undergarments and brushed my teeth.

I took my bonnet off and combed my hair out. It was flat ironed so I only did my baby hairs. I put a little baby oil on my face and put some lipgloss on.

I walked out my bathroom and heard loud music and smelt a whole lotta weed. I shook my head, I hope these niggas ain't here. I walked in my closet and contemplated on what I should wear.

I grabbed a white body suit that had a slit in the cleavage area, a camouflage skirt that came down my mid thigh and sparkly light grey and white 11's.

I sprayed on my body mist and put on my cross necklace. I snatched up my phone, keys and fannypack heading down the steps.

"PASS IT BACK BITCH!" Boomer shouted. I rolled my eyes. I told Yania they ain't coming but you know her ass don't listen to shit.

I walked in the kitchen grabbing a water bottle. "Wassup Amaya." Ben said hugging me. I hugged back and he went in my snack cabnet.

I smacked my lips. "Get out my cabnet. If anything go in Yania's since she invited y'all lil niggas." I said emphasizing Yania's name looking at her.