My Swirl of A Wolf BWWM

Rayquan was getting on my last damn nerves. The smell of loud suffocated me as I woke up out of my sleep.?This nigga and his friends are hotboxing AGAIN??I thought to myself, snatching the covers off my bare legs and making my way to the bathroom.

"Aye, y'all niggas gotta go." I say with attitude, pushing the bathroom door open, finding Rayquan, Carl, and Derrick in the bathroom puffing away.

"Yo ass always tripping. This my house and my niggas staying right here!" Rayquan barks at me. "And why the hell you coming out here in ya' panties like this?! Take yo stupid ass back to bed."

I slam the door closed behind me, rushing back to the bedroom, annoyed. If I had enough money, I'd leave this nigga TODAY. But I was broke as hell with barely a job.

Plopping down onto the bed, I yank my phone off the charger and check my messages. It was Laura, my best friend, who was the only person who had texted me.

Laura: Hey girl, wanna hit up the mall today?

I rolled my eyes. Not that Laura was annoying or anything, I just didn't have any money. Our shopping trips went a little something like her rushing into the designer department stores, swiping her moms credit card on anything she wanted. Meanwhile, I'm shoving uncensored bras, panties, and socks in my clothes and purse while she isn't looking. I'd try to only steal what I absolutely needed but I think we all know how that goes.

Before answering, I quickly got up and headed over to the dingy plastic drawers Rayquan had set aside for the pathetic little pieces of shit clothing I had left my name and huffed.

Indeed, I was in need of some new shit. Some cute, new shit. Summer was a week away and I my bodies curves were craving some nice hoe dresses.

Karma: Yes!!! I'll meet you there in an hour.

After texting Laura my response, I pick out my outfit for the mall. I thrown on fitted skinny jeans that has my booty poking, a white v-neck body suit, and my newly boosted Tory Burch sandals. I slick my hair back into a low bun with a middle part. I set up my Burberry tote bag with cardboard and foil before heading out.

When I meet up with Laura, she's wearing a yellow sundress and a big beach hat.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in forever," I squeak, running over to her. "I?knowwwwww, you've got to come to my house this weekend for my family's barbecue. Mom always asks about you." Laura tells me, locking our hands together as we begin our stroll through the mall.

"That stupid diner keeps me busy right along with dealing with Rayquan." I confess to Laura, who looks at me and frowns.