Kayla Anne
23 Years Old
Couple Weeks Later
"Ight get up." Marissa said, barging in my room.
"Why?" I asked. "How'd you even get in hea?"
"First off, don't fuckin question me, and second off, Deion lemme in." She said, sitting on my bed.
"Bitch who you think this is?" I asked.
"I ain finna play witchu, you finna get yo ass up, you finna come to the mall wit me, we finna get our nails done and we finna get our hair done, then I'm sending you onna date." She said.
"Oh no the hell you ain finna send me no wheres." I said.
"And why the hell ain it?" She asked.
"I told my no good babydaddy that I would think about a more than friends relationship wit him. How im posta do that if I'm getting all boo'd up wit some nigga?" I stated.
"Oh, I'm no good now?" Kentrell asked, smirking.
"Mane I'm put D onna fuckin leash." I said.
"He ain't lemme in, in fact he said, 'Kayla gon get mad if I letchu in, so come back another time', sounding like a white lady voice mail box." He said.
"Ight well, getchyo son and get out my house, I'm spennin the day wit Marissa." I said.
"He up?" He asked.
"Prolly aint." I said and he nodded, and left out my room.
Marissa just looked at me wit a snide smile.
"What?" I snapped, and she put her hands up in defense, walking out my room.
"But onna real note, what is up wit you and Kentrell?" Marissa asked.
"I swear to god, on my lil babies, I'm kill the fuck outta you if you fuckin round wit him when my back turnt." I said, my accent coming out.
"Can definitely tell where you from." She said, laughing.
"I'm bein deadass, my last main bitch was fuckin and suckin on him, right before comin over and bein friendly in my face." I said and she nodded.
"Well aint a single soul of mine want that potatohead lookin motherfucker." She said. "His long ass finger havin ass, bowlegged as the fuck, uglass face havin ass."
"Chill that my babydaddy." I said, laughing.
"Whatever, answer the question." She said.
"Ion really know. Like I still have allis bestfriend typa love for him, but at the same time I have allis real love for him. Like, onna real note, the real reason I said I ain tryna go on no date is becuh I can't see my ass wit no otha nigga. Like he the only one I wanna be all boo'd up on, layin under, fuckin on." I explained and she nodded. "But then again, I have this strong ass hate for him becuh of the way he done did me dirty so many fuckin times."
"That ice in yo heart gon give you a cold." She said.
"But it aint een real ice, its like a chewy freezer pop." I said and she laughed.
"So why don't you tell allis shizz to him?" She asked.
"Becuh ion wanna get hurt no more. I'm not a kid no more, one bad relationship cant make a person never wanna try again, and that's where I'm at." I said.
