Dace's POV
I swear the summer went by quicker than Trey Songz dying in Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
"D, can we go to the school's store later on today so I can buy some of their hoodies, sweatpants, and shit like that?" Laila asked, walking into the room with nothing but her bra and panties on.
You gotta love a girl who likes to walk around the house naked.
I was so glad that all her scars had healed, and she looked like the Laila that I had come to love.
"I can't get no goodmorning love?" I asked, licking my lips.
"Goodmorning baby." She said, as she climbed on top of me and kissed my lips.
I let my hands roam around her perfect body, as my fingers slipped thru her g-string, and into her 'lips'.
She let out a low moan, and bit down hard on my bottom lip, which busted open.
I removed my hand and touched my lip, which was fully bleeding.
"Ow, Laila!" I yelped in pain.
She began to laugh, got off of me, grabbed her chilling robe, and walked to the door.
"Laila, don't leaaave." I whined.
"Nigga, I gotta go cook something. Remember we going to Quez and Eric dorm in a few hours."
"K, I love you."
"Aw, I love me too." She said, laughing and leaving the room.
I threw the sheets off of me, and went to take a quick shower.
I got out and, since I had some hours before we had to go, I put on some chilling clothes. White tank, grey sweats, and white socks.
I was finna go down the hallway to see what Laila was cooking, but then my phone rang.
It read some number I didn't know.
But, the area code was from Washington.
"Wassuh?" I answered.
"Hey baby." The female voice on the other side replied. The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't give it a name.
I closed the door, so Laila wouldn't hear me talking.
"Who the fuck is this?" I asked, irritated.
"Baby, don't act like you--,"
I cut the bitch off, "You got 5 fucking seconds to tell me who the fuck this is or I'll track you down and slice your fucking head off your body."
"It's Tesha, Dace." She replied.
I stood and stared at my phone for what felt like forever.
"Dace?" She asked.
"How the fuck you get my number?" I asked.
"Dace, you know you known around. Everybody got your number."
"What the FUCK do you want?"
"Dace, baby, you know I still love you and I'm sorry for what I did. I thought you was gone leave me, so I was taking your money so I could satisfy me and my family. I'm so sorry, baby."
I didn't say anything.
"Baby?" She asked.
"Fuck you and get the fuck off my line." I said.
"That's alright, Dace. Just know I'm alot more closer to you than you th--,"
I ended the call.
I laid back onto the bed and began to think.
"What the fuck does this bitch really want? I know this hoe don't want me back cause she had 2 other niggas on the side when I was going with her. I ain't even gone lie, she was bad as fuck. I ain't seen her ever since we broke up, and she dropped outta school. I don't even need her, I got Laila. The girl I'm currently in love with. I don't need Tesha. I only fucked the hoe twice and both times was with a condom, so she can't be prego with my baby."
"I put ketchup in your eggs, just how you like them. I don't see how you eat that nasty ass --.. Baby, what's wrong?" Laila asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I quickly got up, and put a smile on my face. I kissed Laila, and held onto her.
"Nothing, I'm iight." I replied, smiling.
"You lying." Laila said, frowning.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I accidentally deleted all my contacts."
She laughed and said, "You so fucking stupid."
I chuckled, "Whatever. Let's go eat your breakfast, tho."
"Kay, baby." She replied.
Laila ain't going nowhere.