9. Bianca
Bianca
M y heart was beating so fast, I could hear the shit in my ears.
I stood frozen, lips parted, confused as hell how it went left so fast. If things went how the fuck I planned, I would’ve had Sol’s fine ass first!
Sol was an evil ass bastard, yet my pussy thumped wildly for him.
He knew my secret, but at the same time I knew that a nigga like him wouldn’t reveal it.
I could use all of what he said to my advantage and still probably get the dick along with a nice big bag to go along with it.
Yeremy, Yeremy, Yeremy… Why was it always her?
I thought as I plopped back down on the couch.
I hated this feeling, how jealous I am of the bitch.
I couldn’t help it, it ate away at me, crawled up my spine and coiled around my brain every time I see that stupid ass, effortless smile on Yeremy’s face.
It’s not fair and I know that she’s not better than me.
I was the perfect and pretty one, always had been.
My hair stay laid, waist snatched, face was nothing short of perfection.
I didn’t feel an ounce of sympathy for sleeping with Ramsey behind her back because he was supposed to be mine the night we all was together.
He just went for the pudgy, fake innocent, virgin bitch.
He saw that Yeremy was green to a lot of shit and knew that she would be easier to manipulate.
I fell in love with Ramsey’s ass the first night we fucked.
Later down the line he told me all about his plans on kidnapping Yeremy for ransom money.
That was my man, so I planned to ride until the wheels fell off.
Yeremy needed a reality check anyway; she was always happy-go-lucky like that bitch Shardae.
It pained me to my core listening to Yeremy speak about my man and his last words.
I thought she was lying when she said that they was in the middle of fucking when men stormed in.
Sol confirmed the shit, and now I was pulled back into feelings that I tried to bury.
It was hard playing along, trying to be there for Yeremy mourning when I was the one with the broken heart and a son that belonged to Ramsey.
I carried his first son and only kid. I won in my eyes, but in the end, we both lost the nigga. I pressed my hand to my forehead and let my tears fall. Right on cue as if the universe just wanted to slap me, my phone lit up. Her name was on the screen as I read the message.
Bestie: Hey babe, you okay? Ain’t heard from you…I was thinking we could hit Melrose or Rodeo later. I’m in a mood to blow a bag before I go back to work in two days…Maybe get a drink or something???
Of course, her spoiled ass wanted to go shopping.
Yeremy didn’t even have to work a day in her life if she didn’t want to.
Casper handed her thousands like it was pocket change.
Yeremy saw the struggle from me, she never been through it.
I wiped my face and forced myself to smile, getting into character mode again.
I texted her yes, because what the fuck else was I supposed to say?
I used her and wasn’t no shame in my game about it either.
I know the truth, Yeremy tried to act like she was some good girl for Casper’s approval.
But I knew better. She ain’t no angel, her creeping off from the club with Sol proved how I felt about her all this time.