Chapter 295
our school, and moved us in with this weird dude, who keeps going on and on about Babi. It’s weird.” She focused on Babi. “Is Jarvin Too Low?”
“Too Low?” I frowned. “What you know ‘bout that?”
She sighed. “Daddy, I am twelve years old. I literally know everything. Too Low is Babi’s ex. Duh. You know. The guy you fought, cause you was scared that she was gonna leave us, and go back to him.”
I lightly chuckled at her bluntness. “Say, girl, take ya nosy ass to the truck with Aspen.”
“Good,” she breathed out. “I literally hate it here. It’s so boring. And I’m tired of mama talking about Babi. It’s giving hater vibes. Like girl bye.” She sassily rolled her eyes.
Tossing her head from side to side, Babi popped the bones in her neck. “Well, I’m gonna straighten that right on out.”
“Whaaat,” Shi stressed. “You’re gonna beat her up?” “Shi,” I curled my lip. “Take your ass to the truck.”
“Okay,” she giggled, before jogging over to the front door, and skipping outside.
“Shi, what I told y’all about running in and out—” Tera fussed, as she sauntered into the living room.
Glaring at her, we locked eyes, and her skin immediately paled.
“Christian, what, what are you doing here?” She stuttered. I narrowed my eyes. “Where that nigga Too Low at?” “Too, Too Low? What, what are you talking about?”
“No, fuck all that,” Babi interjected. “Let’s talk about all that dope you left at his mama’s house.”
“Wait, first of all, who the fuck invited you into my fucking house?” Tera snapped.
“I did, bitch. If you want me out, then do something about it,” Babi argued.