•Chapter 8•

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Ace in the media

Bryson Pov

Right now I'm just at my grandma house hanging with my family before I go out today.

"So what you doing today?" Eric asked me.

"Uhm..nothing really today is my off day."

"Oh well I'm going to this club tonight do you wanna come?"

"Hell nah. Last time I went to the club my ass almost got shot"

"Bruh you still mad?! I told yo ass to come on but you was running too slow"

"No I wasn't!"

"Whatever bruh. Anyway me and Tyriek going and we gone be lit!"

"Boy stop that yelling in my house" my grandma came into the living room sitting on the sofa.

"My bad grandma."

"And where is my grandbaby?"

"Harley in on vacation with her mom" I answered

"I swear that baby mama of yours always going on vacation"

"Exactly and she ain't even got no job" Eric said.

Eric doesn't like Harley mom and I don't know why. He is always saying negative shit about her.

"Chill wit all that bruh" then my phone started ringing. It was an unknown number but I decided to answer

"Yo?" I said as Eric and grandma stared at me.

"Ahh! Stop! Give me my phone!" I heard someone yell and I heard a few things until someone said something.

"Hello?" A familiar voice said.

"Yo?" I asked again

"Hey it's Laylah. Sorry about that. My friend had my phone-"

"Best friend!" I heard someone yell in the background.

"Anyway she is the one who called you" she nervously laughed.

"Nah it's ight. I'm glad she called"

"Did I bother you or anything?"

"Nah I was just chilling at home. What are you doing?"

"Oh I'm just leaving the tattoo shop with my friend."

"Oh ok" there was an awkward silence until I said something.

"So I haven't talked to you since the day at the mall"

"Yeah I know. I've been kinda busy with the school and daycare."

"You work at a daycare too"

"Yeah as you can see I love kids"

"I see. Ion know how you do it. I get nervous around too many kids" I chuckled and she laughed a little.

"Well I like it"

"Well when I first saw you I thought you were just a 23 year old model or stripper"

"So you think I'm 23" I could feel her smirking on the phone

"Uh yeah, aren't you?"

"Well I'm not"

"How old are you then?"

"27"

"Oh damn I ain't know you were 27 you look 23"

"I get that alot"

We talked on the phone for a few more minutes until she told me she had to hang up.

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