Cameron
I was in New York with my mom. I had left her for a moment because Quazi informed me of an intruder trying to impose on my territory. So, I was following him. He couldn’t have been more than eighteen. I watched him making his interactions with a few of my clients before strolling up the sidewalk. I followed. I took my phone out and dialed a number.
“Hello?” Rachel answered. I could hear in her voice she was trying not to cry. “What are you doing?” I asked turning the corner. “Hiding.” “Why?’ “Because I’m fat.” I listened to her sniffle. “You’re pregnant, Rachel.” “No, I’m fat.” “Bae, that’s supposed to happen.” “KISS MY ASS!” She roared, then hung up.
I couldn’t help but laugh. I redialed her number. “WHAT!?” She answered. “We got disconnect
