Chapter 1 (Tyler)
It's Friday night, and my friends decided
to be all up in the mix as usual. As hard as Jen
works, I'm surprised she keep up with these
events and gossips. If you need tea, she's who
you go to, and trust me she'll sweeten it just
right. Jen and I have been friends forever, she
gets me to the T, but can be overbearing at
times. Like now, this is her tenth time calling,
just to remind me we're going to the club, and I
need to get my ass off the couch, she's on her
way over. Urgh! How she knew I was on the
sofa; I mean I could've been on a date or
something. Who am I kidding? All my friends
know my schedule; work, gym, home, or
visiting family out of town.
I can still remember the last date I been on,
and that date ended before it even started.
I'm not feeling tonight, but I know if I'm
not halfway ready by the time Jen gets here,
she'll dress me herself, and drag me out of my
apartment by my big toe. I wonder what's the
hype about this club, according to Jen it's
her husband's best friend club opening, and
"it's about to be lit" her exact words. This is
New York, everything is lit, shit being in my
bed, reading a good ass book is lit enough for
me. Now I'm in my closet racking through my
shit, I don't even know what to wear.... After
taking a bath, styling my pixie haircut, and
doing my makeup, I still haven't decided on
what to wear. This is why I plan ahead for
shit...
"Bitch why you not dressed, I knew I
would have to come blow some smoke up
you're a-hole."
"First of all, give me my key coming in my shit
like you pay these fucking bills, what if my man
was in here licking this Kitty Kat?".
I responded with a straight face with my arms
folded. She laughs uncontrollably like I just tell
a damn joke, and that pisses me off a lil.
"Jen what are you doing here? you can leave
because I ain't going anywhere with you and
leave my key on the way out. Running in my
shit like your name on this lease."
I started to put back the clothes I took out
earlier, only to turn and see her admiring a red
Roberto Cavalli dress I laid out on the bed. It's
like I was talking to myself.
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One in a Million Scars (Love)
RomanceTyler Morgan is a successful business woman of Kingston, Jamaica native who takes no bullshit. Raised by her mother and her brothers in the gritty streets of Kingston where she seen it all, but was dedicated to get out by any means necessary. Tyler...
