Estimate of Love!

“Girl he was a baller. His house was so nice.” She flashed the money in my face while she talked about this dude I practically gave to her. Now this bitch lucked up and got a stack more than I ever got. All of this to fuck a nigga for one night. I was only getting five hundred for that shit. How did this rookie ass bitch get not one, but two stacks?
She was lying or she did more than what the fuck she said she did, either way I was pissed about it.

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“That’s wassup.” I told her laying in bed with my head tied up and an ice pack on my face I couldn’t wait until this shit went down, I was gonna show this bitch what was really up.

“Yes girl, and he said he wants me around, like could he love me already?” She was so green and believed everything a motherfucka told her. I laughed at Chanel, she had no idea how these dope boys worked.

“Bitch, have you every dated a d-boy before?” She shook her head no. “Well, don’t believe half of what they say. You believe what they do and how much they spend. JT is the biggest d-boy in the city and I learned that shit real quick. You think he loves just you after one night?” I laughed at her until my face hurt.

“Well if he’s so big. Why is he on you for this ten stacks?” That shit hit a nerve. I sat up in the bed slow to look this raggedy bitch in the face. She got some dick now she thought she could talk shit.

“Bitch...fuck you. You don’t know shit.” I wanted to get up and slap this hoe in the face. Cousin or no cousin, she was out of line and she was lucky my body was still sore or else we would be fighting.

Here she was wearing my clothes and trying to talk down to me like she knew some shit.
“Whatever.” She turned to walk away but I stopped that bitch in her tracks.
“Hold up...it's rules around here. Half that money is mine.” She scrunched up her face shaking her head.

“Oh yeah, rookie. First of all you living in my shit, using my electric, wearing my clothes and shoes. I need half off top.” I held my hand out waiting for this bitch to run me my cash.

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She did what I said, counting half the bills and handing them to me.
I stood up going to the safe in my closet, turning the knob I stuffed her cash in with the rest of my money. JT wasn’t doing shit by taking that money the other night. I had way more than ten stacks in here but he wasn’t getting it.

I closed it back quick before Chanel’s nosy ass could see everything I had inside.
“That’s cool. Mel has more where that came from and I won’t be staying here that long. I don’t give a fuck what JT said.” She sounded like a little kid pouting and throwing a tantrum.
“So you make a little money one night and you think you know shit huh?” I laughed at this dumb ass bitch. She was standing in my bedroom with my dress on telling me what the fuck was up. If I wasn't fucked up I would have beat her ass.

“I’m not saying I know every fucking thing. I’m just trying to tell you that JT ain’t the only nigga with money in this city.” Now I got it, she wanted to be me. She was trying to out do me, her hands crossed like she was the big cousin and was schooling me.
“You so fucking dumb, you probably let that nigga drop you off right in front of my house. I told you I don’t want nobody else knowing where I stay.”
“No...I’m not stupid. He dropped me off by my Granny’s and I took a cab here.” She was dotting her I’s and crossing T’s but I still didn’t give a fuck. She wasn’t better than me.
“Whatever bitch..