after giving her an earful first, her family wouldn’t understand or begin to comprehend something so incomprehensible.
Qui and Chelsea came to pick her up. They all chatted like months had passed when only one night in their time had. It was always their way. Chelsea kept looking at Scarlett strangely as they made their way to the door of her house so they could leave.
“What Chels? Damn. I can’t take you staring at me. What the hell?” Scarlett asked as they were leaving to make their way to the car. She was hoping that Chelsea didn’t know what her secret was.
“Somethin’s up. You know it and I know it. When she gets that look in her eye, you know something ain’t right. What you not sharin’, Scar?” Qui asked her, then quickly shut up any trivial response she was about to speak by giving her the momma look.
“Either you’re telling or I am. If I tell it, then there’s going to be some added features filled with intrigue, innuendo and…” Chelsea had begun to enunciate every syllable.
“I really would like to know what you think is going on. I don’t know what your little “senses” are telling you and I’m not afraid of you, Chelsea Louise. Share what you think is going on. See if I care,” Scarlett spewed while throwing her hands up.
“Oh, whateva it is must be good. She is getting all worked up and her cheeks is all flush. Girl, you betta spill, right now,” Qui exclaimed.
“I actually think I might be just a little bit jealous on this one. He must’ve laid it done something serious, Qui. She is actually upset about it. What did he do? Give it to you so good that you would be willing to beg him for it? He did things to your body that would have you writing home to your mother if you knew she wouldn’t keel over dead to know what her daughter was up to in bed. Now, the asshole won’t return your phone calls and you know no one else is going to lay it on you like he did?” Chelsea questioned while looking quite upset.
What the hell was that about? She and Qui shared the same expression. This wasn’t something that normally would come from Chelsea. She was the one in the group that kept things clean. Scarlett thought she was joking about the implied sex statement. Boy was she wrong! Qui looked at her and she looked at Qui, then they both turned to Chelsea. Miss ma’am had some serious explaining to do. Plus, this was the perfect thing to allow her more time to gather her thoughts.
“What? I have a vivid imagination,” Chelsea offered as a way of explanation.
Scarlett and Qui shared a look just before they broke into a fit of laughter.
“Bitch please don’t try and make that shit out to be some imaginary thing. You do know when you lie your eyes water, right?” Qui accused.
Chelsea was wiping her eyes and immediately stopped. Scarlett and Qui laughed even harder.
“Oh, you two bitches have a lot to share and I am gonna enjoy every fucking minute of it. I’m not drivin’ to the club. I need to be comfortable enough to screech and express myself fully while you both spill your guts. Scar you are going to tell us why that outfit is so tight in certain very key areas. This bitch is going to tell us who fucked the shit out of her and didn’t call afterwards,” Qui stated, picked up everyone’s things and marched to the door. “Now, let’s get this show on the road. Lydia is going to be pissed the fuck off if we’re late!”
Scarlett watched as Qui pulled her front door open and waited like a mother waiting impatiently for her children to off to school. She even went as far as holding their respective items out and shaking them in a “we don’t have all day” manner. She and Chelsea shook their heads and made their way towards the door. As they grabbed their belongings from Qui, she added one last barb.
“Such good little girlies. You make momma so proud.”
“Whatever slut,”
Qui and Chelsea came to pick her up. They all chatted like months had passed when only one night in their time had. It was always their way. Chelsea kept looking at Scarlett strangely as they made their way to the door of her house so they could leave.
“What Chels? Damn. I can’t take you staring at me. What the hell?” Scarlett asked as they were leaving to make their way to the car. She was hoping that Chelsea didn’t know what her secret was.
“Somethin’s up. You know it and I know it. When she gets that look in her eye, you know something ain’t right. What you not sharin’, Scar?” Qui asked her, then quickly shut up any trivial response she was about to speak by giving her the momma look.
“Either you’re telling or I am. If I tell it, then there’s going to be some added features filled with intrigue, innuendo and…” Chelsea had begun to enunciate every syllable.
“I really would like to know what you think is going on. I don’t know what your little “senses” are telling you and I’m not afraid of you, Chelsea Louise. Share what you think is going on. See if I care,” Scarlett spewed while throwing her hands up.
“Oh, whateva it is must be good. She is getting all worked up and her cheeks is all flush. Girl, you betta spill, right now,” Qui exclaimed.
“I actually think I might be just a little bit jealous on this one. He must’ve laid it done something serious, Qui. She is actually upset about it. What did he do? Give it to you so good that you would be willing to beg him for it? He did things to your body that would have you writing home to your mother if you knew she wouldn’t keel over dead to know what her daughter was up to in bed. Now, the asshole won’t return your phone calls and you know no one else is going to lay it on you like he did?” Chelsea questioned while looking quite upset.
What the hell was that about? She and Qui shared the same expression. This wasn’t something that normally would come from Chelsea. She was the one in the group that kept things clean. Scarlett thought she was joking about the implied sex statement. Boy was she wrong! Qui looked at her and she looked at Qui, then they both turned to Chelsea. Miss ma’am had some serious explaining to do. Plus, this was the perfect thing to allow her more time to gather her thoughts.
“What? I have a vivid imagination,” Chelsea offered as a way of explanation.
Scarlett and Qui shared a look just before they broke into a fit of laughter.
“Bitch please don’t try and make that shit out to be some imaginary thing. You do know when you lie your eyes water, right?” Qui accused.
Chelsea was wiping her eyes and immediately stopped. Scarlett and Qui laughed even harder.
“Oh, you two bitches have a lot to share and I am gonna enjoy every fucking minute of it. I’m not drivin’ to the club. I need to be comfortable enough to screech and express myself fully while you both spill your guts. Scar you are going to tell us why that outfit is so tight in certain very key areas. This bitch is going to tell us who fucked the shit out of her and didn’t call afterwards,” Qui stated, picked up everyone’s things and marched to the door. “Now, let’s get this show on the road. Lydia is going to be pissed the fuck off if we’re late!”
Scarlett watched as Qui pulled her front door open and waited like a mother waiting impatiently for her children to off to school. She even went as far as holding their respective items out and shaking them in a “we don’t have all day” manner. She and Chelsea shook their heads and made their way towards the door. As they grabbed their belongings from Qui, she added one last barb.
“Such good little girlies. You make momma so proud.”
“Whatever slut,”
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