Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick by Nisa Santiago

somebody tryin’ to play you.”
    “Yeah, I’ma be on it, Guy. If the bitch thinks her sister is gonna be her fuckin’ messiah, she got another fuckin’ thang comin’.”
    Apple quickly headed to the 135th Street train station. She just wanted to spend the day out of Harlem. She met up with Ayesha and Mesha in the city, where she went to change her clothes in a public bathroom, and the girls spent the day out and about in the city. They had lunch in Times Square, where Mesha picked up the bill, and then they met a couple of cute guys, who tricked on them for the day.
    By late evening, Apple was on the subway back to Harlem with Ayesha and Mesha. Fearing she would run into Supreme on her way home, she lied to her friends, telling them she had to get off a stop early and meet someone. When Mesha pressured Apple about who it was, she told them it was a boy. Mesha was ecstatic and started bombarding her with questions. Apple promised that they would talk later and then rushed out of the subway car to change clothes in the nearest bathroom.
    She moved through the projects with a watchful eye on everything. Again, she was looking like Kola in her tight, revealing shorts, and with her sassy attitude. Once Apple reached her building and entered the apartment, she quickly stripped out of Kola’s clothing, wanting to enjoy the comfort of her bedroom. Nichols was already sleeping in her own bed, and Apple wanted to do the same.
    Apple sat by the window and wondered how long she would be able to keep up the charade of being Kola, especially with Kola always being in Harlem. She felt that one day her cover might be blown and Kola would catch her in the act, or Supreme would finally pull her card. Still, she knew it was the only way she could duck Supreme.

CHAPTER 9
    A week had passed, and as far as Apple could tell, her gimmick of pretending to be Kola was still holding up. Most of the time, though, she remained home, enduring her mother’s rants and malicious ways, only going out if she couldn’t help it. But she was growing tired of ducking Supreme and his goons, and whenever she ran into him, she would always pretend to be her sister. Apple noticed the frustration on Supreme’s face when he couldn’t tell the difference between the two.
    Supreme, fearing that striking the wrong sister would cause a serious beef with Cross and Mike-Mike, played it cool, knowing his time would come. He had Guy Tony stake out the building. He wanted to know which sister exited the building first. He made it be known to Guy Tony that he was to confront both sisters and call him when he did.
    Guy Tony, now parked outside of the twins’ building in a black Escalade, was watching the doorway with a keen eye. It was late afternoon, and he’d been staking out the building for three hours.
    Around five o’clock that afternoon, one of the sisters exited the lobby. He got on the cell phone and dialed Supreme’s number.
    “Yeah. What you got?” Supreme asked.
    “I got one comin’ out the building now, but I don’t know which one,” Guy Tony informed him.
    “Watch her.”
    “A’ight.”
    Kola strutted out the building in her tight-fitting mini-skirt and cut-off T-shirt that exposed her pierced belly button. She was so sexy and walked with such confidence, it made Guy Tony hard. He licked his lips and thought about doing the nasty with her, but he knew fucking a woman like Kola was only possible in his dreams. He kept his eyes stuck on her lustrous legs and slim waist, loving the way her skirt rode up her ass while she walked.
    “Damn! You’s a sexy lady, ma. I know that pussy is good,” Guy Tony said to himself, watching her from head to toe. He slowly massaged his crotch and felt the need to masturbate as he watched Kola from a distance. He was also aware it could have been Apple pretending to be her sister.
    Just then Guy Tony observed the silver Lexus IS come to a stop in front of Kola, and he watched the long-legged twin in six-inch