Chapter Forty-Seven: Bonnets, Gossip & Summer Plottin
Lyric “Okay, so what’s the move?” I asked. “Saturday,” she said, raising a brow. “We going out.” “Out where?” “Shopping. Lunch. Nails. Some rooftop lounge or something. I wanna be seen. I wanna be bad. And I want Smoke to choke on his own damn air when he sees me.” I sipped my iced tea and grinned. “You really still mad at him?” “Mad? Bestie, I’m in love with him. That’s the problem.” She sighed and plopped back against the pillows, pulling her bonnet down over her eyes. “He makes me crazy. Like real crazy. And then he smiles and I forget why I was cussing him out.” I laughed hard at that one. “Y’all so toxic it’s cute sometimes.” “Girl, shut up. You and Zay ain’t no better.” “What you mean?” “You walk around here limping and glowing. Don’t act innocent.” “b***h—” We both c
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