Having just left the bedroom Morgan gathered people at, Deressa sits down while doing a majestic, yet mostly extra and unnecessary, hair flip.
"HMPH! This smelly ass pothead, I swear! Even if Cash was trying to manipulate me, at least he had the audacity to do it one on one! But this guy, being the ego maniac he probably is, gathers me up like some live stock with a bunch of other people and starts talking shit and we're all supposed to treat him as our leader or something??? I want nothing more than to find a group of friends to chill with and ensure they'll take me far with them, but I want a group where we're all equal, so I was NOT about to fall for his petty speech. It was sooooo lame. Basically the pot calling the kettle black.
I heard him start running his mouth the second I stepped outside. Ahaha, too bad I heard none of it. I don't care what he has to say! He's cray-cray if he thinks I'll prefer aloof and moody Mark over Cash, whether he's fake or not I just like him better, alright?"