| Subject: he say...she say...can we stay? |
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Date Posted: 22:27:45 08/15/02 Thu
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ayesha
's message, "he say...she say...can we stay?" on 21:16:16 08/15/02 Thu
meanwhile krystle was driving in her ol' school 64 dark blue mustang with the chromed out rims, knockin her trina cd, she was bumpin "da baddest bitch". she pulled up to lams house in his driveway was his bike and his black acura and next to his acrua was this sick azz mitsubish cherry red eclipse. Krystle parked on the side and got out the car and heard some yelling come from inside the house. krystle ran up and took her key to unlock the door
when she walekd in she saw olamide behind the couch, on the other side was this short girl who looked mad with a vase in her hand
Krystle-what the hell is going on!
short girl-IM SICK OF YO' SHYT OLAMIDE
Olamide-baby put down the vase
Krystle-BABY! NAH UH WHO IS THIS B*TCH YOU CALLING BABY!
the girl turned around
Clara-BITCH the name is clara!
Krystle-TRICK the name is krystle!
Clara rolled her eyes at krystle and threw the vase right at olamide, she missed olamdie by an inch
the girl turned around to face krystle, krystle damn near gasped when she saw the round belly the girl was exposing. the girl was small about 5'2 or 5'3 smooth brown skin, pretty hazel eyes with curly brown hair that was a crazy mess, she was pretty but looked mad as hell. krystle was shocked to see the girl cuz she was pregnant didn't look a day over 18, she had to be about 16 or 17 and maybe about 6 months pregnant
Krystle-oh my god!
Clara-who the hell are you!
Krystle-what is going on here (looks at olamide) olamide, you have some explaining to do
Clara-what is there to explain! I'm this nigga's futrue baby momma and you are
Olamide-THE HELL I AINT
Clara picked up the picture frame and threw it right at olamide, olamide ducked again and ran up to krystle side
Olamide-baby i dont know this girl!! she crazy, im telling ya
krystle was speechless, she just pushed olamide off her and stepped back in front of the door. she was in total shocked and didn't know what to think or what to believe. she didn't wanna speak with him or the crazy pregnant chick who was in the house
Krystle-nigga keep yo' hands off me! keep yo' distance!
Olamide-but baby i love you!!
Clara-isn't that your most famous line!! nigga you aint shit
clara started swinging at olamide, krystle jumped out the way, olamide was holding her hands stopping her from hitting him. he pinned her up against the wall
clara-nigga don't put yo' hands on me!!
clara pushed him off her
olamide-i aint never said i loved you!!
clara-yes you did!!! don't lie!!! dont even lie, i gave you two years of my life and this how you play me, you gonna play me for this(pointing at krystle)
krystle-excuse you, hold the....
olamide(pulling krystle back) baby, listen i dont love this girl, that aint my baby
krystle-what, hold up...
before krystle could say another word, a loud smack ranged acorss the room. clara had slapped olamide across the face. olamide had a big pink hand print on his face. krystle turned to face clara, whose eyes were in rage and filled with tears she was trying to hold back, krystle felt a bit bad for the girl
clara-two years nigga!!! two years and this is how you play me, f*ck you, you ol' weed smoking, no good, triflin azz, highschool drop out,one minute azz motha fu*cka!!! i'll raise this baby my damn self
Clara pushed olamide up against the wall and stormed out the house. she stormed off to her car and started the engine. she put the car in reverse and ran over his bike that was laying in the driveway, olamide rushed outside screaming
olamide-ahhhh what is yo' problem!!!! that's my transportaion you crazy hoe
clara(rolling down her window) you crazy what!!! you calling me hoe, oh hell nah nigga you done f*cked with the wrong b*tch now
clara reversed the car into the middle street, got out the car with the engine still running went into her trunk took out her bat and walked up to driveway and walked up to olamide's black acura, hoped onto the back of the car like a damn ninja warrior, swung the bat high as her little arms could carry and bashed it into the back of his window
olamide(screaming like a lil biyach)NOOOOO MY MOMMA BOUGHT ME THAT CAR!!!!
he ran up to clara, clara hopped off the back of car, all posted up like a baseball player at bat
clara-come on nigga, what is it!!!
olamide-you crazy!!! man you crazy!!
clara-and I HATE YOU!!!
throws the bat at him and he ducks, clara walks back over to her car and skirts off not looking back. krystle saw her license plate
Krystle(saying to herself) 17CLO
Olamide was kneeled down between his bashed up car and his crumbled up bike, crying like a little bitch
krystle walked up shaking her head, olamide got up
Olamide(wiping tears) baby, you gonna have to kil that girl for me, she crazy
Krystle(holding her hand in his face) olamide, what is going on? who is that girl! you lucky i'm calm enough not to kick yo' azz right now!
olamide-baby she just some girl and...
krystle-some girl! nigga she pregnant and for some crazy azz feeling i dont think she lying bout yo' retard azz being the father!
krystle put her hands over head and let out a stressful sigh. she walked over towards her car and leaned up against the roof of her car, she shook her head and looked up at olamide who was staring into space
krystle-olamide be honest with me...you've been playing on me with her or something?
olamide-baby no
krystle- olamide than what is this about!
olamide-don't yell, let me explain
krystle-DONT YELL, nigga you lucky i'm not finishing off the rest of your car, cuz best believe if i was her yo' shyt would have been on fire right about now! now tell me what is going on
olamide-man whateva(mumblin)all yall bitches are the same
krystle(standing up) what was that!
olamide-yo' whateva, you aint gonna believe me, than get the hell of my property
krystle- get the hell off yo' property!?
olamide-yes did i stutter
krystle-okay thats about it right there
krystle got up from her car and charged at the nigga like a damn quarter back knockin him onto the back of his broken azz acura. she socked him on time in his face
krystle-fuck you nigga!!! you have a whole lot of nerve caliming this and that about me, saying you love me and than when i come to see yo' sorry azz you got some girl over here caliming you got her pregnant, i have every right to yell at yo' azz and you have no right what so ever to ever call me a bitch!
she kicked him in the nuts and he slipped to the ground, holding himself, whinning like a little bitch. He fell to the ground and krystle kicked one more time
krystle-you better check who you call a bitch next time!!
krystle was heated as hell and walked back over to her and got in the car and drove off still with the girl's license plate number in her head
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