Despite being faced with impending disaster, Corey suggested we ride together. In the same car. For three hours. Me and Noelle. Warren, his girlfriend, and one of the girls he fucked while they were on a break. Together. In a confined space. In my mind, the idea of a catfight sounded entertaining. The reality, however, was I wasn’t in the mood to witness any bloodshed and hair pulling. More than that, I wasn’t feeling the idea of riding with Noelle when I knew she’d be pulling her cold, hard to get shit. Since Erica was quick to call shotgun, wanting to sit with her man while he drove, Noelle and Teresa climbed into the tiny third row. I shared the second with Warren and Lonnie. I turned back once, wanting to make sure the girls were comfortable. “We’re good,” Teresa answered me, though she was glaring at the back of Warren’s head.
