𝐃𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐀.

              “ i gave you the floor to speak your truth, not once, but twice & instead you continued to insult me & my radio show so like congratulations once you finally do break the news ( ! ) i’m happy that i could son you by influencing you to tell your side like i’ve been telling you to do this entire conversation. momma’s proud of you, 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐈̈𝐀. you seem to have this deluded conspiracy that we targeted you specifically, so live in that delusion. i just report the tea, i don’t brew it. there was no fever before you approached me crazy. ” following the statement, she clapped her hands together to deliver a faux applause to the male.  𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐀 dismissively waved off his rebuttal about researching his industry. “ i think the dementia is getting to you again because prior to that allusion you just made, you didn’t offer any new information concerning the allegation. i can only go with what’s in front of me & instead of nipping it in the bud, you wanted to get into a reading session with a bitch who has a tongue made of silver. that’s the bed you made because i came into this conversation trying to be productive by hearing you out. my mistake, though. now i know that your only reasoning for this meeting was an attempt to confront & scare me, but a bitch like me can’t be punked. ” the femme nodded her head with an unimpressed expression dressing her visage. she assisted her index finger in the air & snapped loudly enough for it to echo throughout the lobby. she strutted alongside the tall, slender framed male before pressing her hand against his shoulder to forcibly bring his walk away to a halt. “ touché, light bright. just make sure my shirt is custom made & in season. i’d advise you to look up a more flattering color palette for those shirts than your current choice. try pantone. smooches ( ! ) ” 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐀 flipped her tresses over her shoulder & strutted past the other, heading toward the exit for the beach.       

               𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐀 allowed a mischievous chuckle to fall from her lips as the male opposite of her began to take personal jabs at her & the radio show. although she was understanding of the validity of his anger, that understanding went out of the window once it was obvious that the conversation was shifting in tone. the femme removed her shades so that her intensity of her orbs could be felt from the other. she clipped the to her top & allowed 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 to complete his rant. “ alright, you can call me a bitch or a whore, but now you’re stepping into treacherous areas when it comes to the fashion. if you’re gonna throw your lil’ shade, please know what’s in season. these heels just graced the runway a mere month ago. i wouldn’t expect you to know that though, dementia might be a side effect of those alleged pills, right ( ? ) ” the question was rhetorical, but she still allowed a silence to linger between the two of them. stepping into his space, she pointed upward directly at the male in an antagonistic manner. “ i actually fucked with you so i wasn’t about to bring this type of energy to you, but you clearly want it. you’re not about to place blame on me for actions that you took as a grown ass man. your real beef isn’t that people think you did it. it’s that you know you did it & now if you’re randomly tested — those results wouldn't be in your favor. i actually didn’t come here to invalidate your anger about it potentially jeopardizing your career, but that anger is directed at the wrong bitch because the 𝐍𝐁𝐀 was gonna clock that tea anyway. get that through your fucking head ( ! ) what you need to do is direct that anger at the head coach, who, isn’t that a white man ( ? ) perhaps you should be angry about being a modern day slave for a fucking corporation that makes bank off of your misery & hard work while all you get is a scholarship & some cheap on-campus fanfare. you let massa infest your weak ass brain & influence you to illegally take substances that you knew could jeopardize your career if it ever got out. i take it you’re not the first player & you won’t be the last. that coach will probably get off scotch free because your name will be the one in those headlines. the cycle will just continue with another impressionable nigga that they know they can use as a cash cow. your anger is that you thought you had a meal ticket if you took those pills & didn’t expect it to backfire. don’t project your regrets onto me. ” 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐀 unclipped the shades from her top & slid them back over her irises. “ nah, you don’t have to worry about this being blasted on the show. i know when conversations are confidential. anyways, this is very late. it’s old news now & i’m onto the next topic. remember this, controversy doesn’t ruin careers — cowardice when faced with controversy does. acting accordingly, we’re done here. ” 

             𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐀 took notice of the defense in 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓’𝐒 tone, which caused a single brow to arch upward. “ your tone is very pointed right now & i’m gonna need you to click it down a few levels in order for this to be a productive conversation. ” after her command, she moved her hand down a couple of levels to emphasize her point. “ by the way, that wasn’t a joke. i’m very serious about not tussling in chanel. to answer your first question, i’m not at liberty to reveal who spilled that tea. if i give away my sources then they’ll stop spilling & that’s bad for business. i’m a business woman, first. you, however, kind of just confirmed that they were dead on with that guilt spasm on social media. listen, it’s radio & nothing personal. all i do is report the tea that’s already lingering out there. you don’t think that people have been chattering on campus amongst themselves behind your back this past year ( ? ) if the tea gets to me then that’s a hell yes. they have ( ! ) i’d advise you to look around & reassess whoever you’re venting to. your best bet is to always get ahead of the tea. if you would’ve nipped it in the bud & came to us about it, it probably would’ve never been aired. control your narrative instead of pitching a fit like an emotional infant. that’s why we have clear the air. guess how many bitches have spread rumors about me that wasn’t at all pleasant to my image ( ? ) ” the femme paused for a moment to allow the question to linger. she pushed her hair behind her ear & leaned forward as if she was waiting to hear a valid answer. “ a lot is the correct answer — not sure if you’re more of a fill in the blank or multiple choice type nigga, but that’s the answer. now let’s circle back around to your first statement. what is it that you want from me ( ? ) ” her eyebrows knitted together tightly while her glare stayed fixated on him.

          the playful banter that was initially happening between the two had now shifted into heavier, momentous topics. it wasn’t the environment she wanted to address most of what they were discussing, but true to 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑'𝐒 unpredictability — it was happening. as soon as his comment on her ego begun, she rolled her eyes & sharpened her gaze into a glare. the femme could feel her body temperature rising with heat of vexation. the tip of her acrylic nail was only a few inches from his face as she defiantly pointed it at him. “ see, here you go with this bullshit. there it is, right there. don’t assume what i know if it’s not expressed directly from you to me. i’m not a mind reader, that’s never been my tea. if it was then i would be running a psychic hotline. it’s clear that we should’ve had more productive conversations & less arguments, but now i feel that we’re approaching that territory again. if i need to learn to stop playing hard then you need stop acting like you know every fucking thing. ” 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐀 quickly grabbed at her glass to muffle anything else that was threatening to fall from her lips. she had a silver tongue that could cut through the hardest metal, but for some reason she felt the need to wrangle it in & spare 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑. they both were making valid points, yet still couldn’t fully admit to the other what both knew lingered. after completing her drink, she pulled the crystal glass from her lips & settled it back onto the counter; now with the glossy imprint of her lips at the edge. she shuffled in her purse to retrieve her lipgloss, reapplying it to her plump set. the femme’s brandy irises were finally back to their natural, sultry gaze.  “ it’s clear that shit hasn’t changed between us, but it always made for amazing, animalistic make up sex, huh ( ? ) at least we can give ourselves tens on that accord. ”  the duo seemed to be back on a lighter spectrum of their conversation, which was relieving to say the least. “ interesting, so she’s basically a mirror of you ( ? ) no prayers for you, i’m gonna be on the 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐘𝐍 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐃 making sure she gives you hell. i absolutely will & you keep it up too. it’s no smoke here, you can breathe, my nigga. ”