Sometimes you had your good days and sometimes you had your bad days.
If I was balling even remotely similar to how she thought, surely I wouldn't be living in these dirty ass projects. Anyway, I called Diamond up. Even though the girl was worst than Felicia from "Friday" she could do a mean ass sew in. And plus she owed me money, but that fact was anything but new. That woman always owed me money.
"What's up?" she answered.
"You gonna do my hair still, right?"
"Yeah, I'm about to be on my way over there. I got some Rossi at the house. You want me to bring it?" she asked eagerly. Diamond was the epitome of the word alcoholic.
"Damn, you drinking at one in the afternoon?" I asked.
"Bitch, is that a yes or a no?"
"Yeah," I laughed. "And you got a needle? Mine's dull."
"I got you girl, I got you."
Ten minutes after we disconnected the call, she came knocking at the door.
"Who is it?"
"Hoe, open the door!"
I unlatched the lock and allowed Diamond's big mouth ass entrance.
"Girl, that tired ass nigga out there be hollering at any and everyone he see stroll past."
I burst into laughter. "He's still out there 'trollin'?"
"Yes girl." she laughed. "You washed and dried it?"
I ran my fingers through my blow dried hair. "Yep."
She fingered my thick hair. "Girl, I don't know why you be weaving your hair up. All this good ass hair. Come on, sit down. What kind of hair did you get?"
I walked over to the couch and held the pack of hair up. "You already know. Indi Remi."
Diamond cupped a hand around her mouth. "Balling!" she yelled dramatically. "Oh, speaking of balling, you think you could loan me about fifty dollars so I could take the kids school shopping? The child support ain't came yet."
I rolled my eyes. This girl had three kids by three different baby daddies, but if one didn't no any better they'd assume I was this hoe's sponsor or something. "I'll have to see how I make out tonight."
She waved me off. "Oh, girl, hush. You know you break bread."
I shook my head. "Wednesday I made exactly what you're asking for. There are slow nights."
She came over and sat on the couch and I took a seat between her legs. "Well, tonight's Friday. I know you're gonna shut that bitch down!" she laughed.
Three hours later, my hair was popped. I believed myself flawless with the 18 inch wavy human hair, curled and layered to perfection. Diamond and I went to get our nails done (my treat of course) and with only a few hours to spare before I had to be at work, I brought a few cute outfits from a vendor named Tito. He sold everything from exotic dancing attire, to heels, to purses. You name it, Tito had it.
With my hair and nails done, and a few new stunning outfits to wear tonight, I knew I was going to make a killing. I would earn all the money I spent today back and then some. And there was a rumor floating around Gentlemen's Persuasion that a few of the Cavs players were going to stop through tonight, so I had to put my A game on if I wanted to stand out.
With a roster of forty women, the competition was steep and fierce. If you weren't on your game, you'd definitely get lost in the background. There was definitely money to made at the GP, but you had to go out and get it. It wouldn't come to you.
3
"Ooohh. Your hair is cute, Taboo," Miss Behavin' complemented the minute I arrogantly strolled into the dressing room. Taboo was my stage name, because when I got up on stage, I put a spell on niggas. Motherfuckers were in a trance, not speaking cockily, just keeping it real.
Of course, I could feel a few pairs of eyes staring me down with resentment. In this game, jealousy came with the territory, and it only fueled my need to go even harder.
"Thanks, B."
"Who did it?"
"Oh, I went to the shop on Lee Road," I lied. I hated to sabotage Diamond's potential clientele and money, but I couldn't have these hoes mimicking my look.
Miss Behavin' eye-balled my clothing as I extracted it from my Louis
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