When Shayla finds out that Iman has gifted Delicia a new Car.😱 Full Story Below 👇

January 14, 2026

When Shayla finds out that Iman has gifted Delicia a new Car.😱

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Shayla:
Wait. Hold on. Say that again—but slower.
Iman:
…Say what again?
Shayla:
That Delicia has a new car. And don’t skip the part where you explain how.
Iman:
I didn’t skip anything. I said she got a new car.
Shayla:
No. You said she got a new car like it fell from the sky. Cars don’t fall from the sky, Iman. Who bought it?
Iman:
…😐
Shayla:
IMAN.
Iman:
Okay, okay. I helped her get it.
Shayla:
“Helped her get it” is not the same as “gifted her a brand-new car with the plastic still on the seats.”
Iman:
Why are you yelling?
Shayla:
Because I just Ubered here in the rain, Iman. In the RAIN.
Iman:
That’s not my fault.
Shayla:
It became your fault the moment you turned into Oprah.
You get a car! You get a car!
Iman:
It’s not like that.
Shayla:
Then explain it like that so I can understand why Delicia is driving a 2025 model while I’m driving hope and prayer.
Iman:
She needed it.
Shayla:
Oh, she needed it?
Iman:
Yes. Her old car was unreliable.
Shayla:
My phone screen is cracked. Should I expect a new iPhone next?
Iman:
That’s different.
Shayla:
How is it different? Because she’s Delicia?
Iman:
No. Because I chose to help her.
Shayla:
Wow. Chose. Interesting word.
Iman:
Don’t do that.
Shayla:
Do what? React like a human being who just found out her friend—or whatever I am to you—was skipped in the luxury giveaway?
Iman:
You’re making this bigger than it is.
Shayla:
You bought another woman a CAR, Iman. That’s not “small.”
Iman:
It’s not romantic.
Shayla:
Cars are NEVER not romantic. Do you know how many love songs start with “I pulled up in my new—”?
Iman:
I didn’t even pick the color.
Shayla:
Oh, so you’re innocent because you let the dealership choose the red flags for you?
Iman:
Shayla…
Shayla:
No, let’s talk about it. Did you also pay the insurance?
Iman:
…For the first six months.
Shayla:
😱
IMAN.
Iman:
She’s going through a lot.
Shayla:
So am I! I cried over a microwave burrito last night and no one bought me transportation.
Iman:
This isn’t a competition.
Shayla:
It became one when Delicia crossed the finish line in leather seats.
(Delicia walks in, jingling keys)
Delicia:
Hey… why does it feel tense in here?
Shayla:
Oh, don’t worry. I was just congratulating you on your very generous gift.
Delicia:
I didn’t ask for it.
Shayla:
Nobody ever asks for a car. That’s what makes it magical.
Iman:
Shayla, stop.
Shayla:
No, I want to understand. Delicia, did you know Iman was planning this?
Delicia:
He mentioned helping me, not… all this.
Shayla:
But you accepted it.
Delicia:
Wouldn’t you?
Shayla:
Honestly? If my friend’s loyalty came with four wheels and monthly payments, I’d at least ask questions.
Iman:
This is unfair.
Shayla:
So is life, and yet here we are—one of us with a bus pass.
Delicia:
I don’t want to come between you two.
Shayla:
Too late. The car already parked itself right in the middle.
Iman:
I was trying to do something good.
Shayla:
Doing good without considering how it affects others isn’t good—it’s careless.
Iman:
…I didn’t think you’d take it this way.
Shayla:
That’s the problem. You didn’t think of me at all.
(Silence)
Delicia:
Maybe I should give the car back.
Iman:
No.
Shayla:
Don’t. Just enjoy it. I’ll adjust. I always do.
Iman:
Shayla—
Shayla:
I need air. And if anyone offers me a ride, I swear…
(She grabs her bag and walks out.)
Delicia:
You really messed this up.
Iman:
…Yeah. I think I did.
😬💔
If you want, I can continue the scene, add more drama, or turn this into a short story or script.

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