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Symone: I’m just saying. Mariah is probably just posting a song. Don’t think too much into it. But anyway. I’ll ttyl.
That was the last message in the group chat before a new one was created, without Symone.
Chanel: I told y’all that bitch is weird as hell. Why the fuck is she going so hard for Mariah?
Taryn: Right. Mariah never came around us when she was with Saint so idk what her problem is.
Blessing: What the fuck is even going on? I just woke up
My phone started to ring, indicating an incoming group FaceTime call.
“That bitch is such a weirdo. She don’t need to hang around us no more. Taryn, leave that girl at home from now on.” Chanel ranted as soon as the call connected.
I laughed, getting comfortable underneath the comforter. “Girl, yeah, I read all that shit. She knows damn well that bitch was being shady. Saint better check her ass.”
“I’m sorry for bringing her around. I didn’t know she was weird like that. Shit, I just met her not too long ago, my damn self at the Pilates class I go to on the weekends.”
“You’re good girl. It’s not your fault she’s a weirdo. Now, back to Mariah, I don’t know what the hell her problem is, but she has me fucked up. I’ll hurt her feelings quick as hell. She has no reason to be throwing shots at me. There’s no way she could even know about me and Moo.”
“Why y’all talking about me?” Moo said, climbing into bed next to me. He’d gotten off the game to come over here and be nosey.
“Ain’t nobody talking about you, but you need to get your lil friend Mariah. Throwing shade at my girl unprovoked. Youbetterhandle it before I do.” Chanel said, rolling her eyes.
“What are you talking about? What don’t I know?” He said, confused.
“Check yourInstagram,” I responded. I watched as he pulled his phone from his pocket and opened the social media app.
He smacked his lips, turning to look at me. “Ignore her. She just tryna get a reaction out of you. She ain’t shit to worry about.”
“Whatever, Saint.” I sighed, “I’ll call y’all back later.” I said before ending the call.
“I hope you’re not mad at me because of what she posted.”
“I’m not mad at you. I just don’t like drama. I could see if she was upset because she found out about us, and that’s her reason for being shady, but she doesn’t know about us, so it’s unprovoked. I’m not going to respond to her, though.”
“Good. Are you hungry? You were sleep for a while.”
“Yeah, I was about to get some groceries delivered so I can cook. Anything specific you want?”
“I been craving some fried chicken wings. Not the party wings, the whole wings. Some baked mac and cheese, and some cabbage. Damn, some honey cornbread too.” He said, rubbing his stomach.
I giggled, “You’re asking for a lot. But I guess I can do that.”
“I’ll help you. I told you I can throw down in the kitchen.”
“Alright, but the moment you start to piss me off, you’re getting put out of the kitchen.”
“Yes ma’am.” He said, softly kissing my lips before passing me his phone to order the groceries.
“Move, Saint, you’re chopping the cabbage wrong. Just finish shredding the cheese, please.” I shook my head, covering the bowl of seasoned chicken wings and pushing them to the side. His ass was cutting the cabbage too big for my liking.
“My bad, chef. You didn’t tell me how big to cut it.” He chuckled, smacking me on the ass.
“I didn’t think I had to. Ohhh, this is my song!” I picked up a spoon, using it as a microphone to sing along toCoco Jones ICU, “maybe I neeeed you, I breathe you, turning my heart blueee.”
Saint turned to look at me. “What the hell. Why didn’t you tell me you could sing?”
I shrugged, “It never came up. There’s a lot you don’t know about me, babe.”
