Kharise is not a lover. The very thought of it is repulsive to her.
Mostly because she has had her heart broken in such a manner that seems irreparable.
Living in a world where her father shows her the littlest love known to mankind and her best fr...
Song for this chapter- WAP by Cardi B ft Megan Thee Stallion
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"...fuck a couple bitches till I pass out (woah) niggas throwing stones at my glass house..."
It's fucking Saturday.
But some crazy motherfucker won't let me sleep till noon like I plan on doing. The nerve to interrupt my beauty sleep can only be harnessed by one person in the world.
I pick up my phone to at least check the caller ID before completely ignoring it.
Turns out that crazy motherfucker is my best friend, Layla.
I sigh and answer the call.
"Hiya bitch! What's popping?"
"The amount of energy and excitement in your voice right now is disgusting for a Saturday morning. Its fucking 8 AM!" I growl into the phone.
"Easy tiger. It's time to wake up."
"You ain't my fucking alarm clock, or my mom, so fuck off and let me sleep." I slam the phone down on my pillow.
So you see I'm not exactly a morning person, much less on a Saturday. That is my sacred sleeping day that no one is allowed to fuck with. Except Layla apparently.
"Well, I'm your best friend, K..." She starts off in a really sad tone that makes me rethink my reply, and then... "...so get your stupid ass outta bed!" ...she's back to normal.
"Uggghhhh...." I groan for about five minutes after which I finally sit up in bed. "A'ight. You've officially tarnished my sacred sleep time. What do you want?"
"Now that you're wide awake..."
Not exactly, but okay. I rub at my eyes, trying to get the last bit of sleep out of them.
"What the hell are you wearing to the Halloween Dance?"
I fall back in my bed.
Crap.
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Layla and I have spent the last two hours wandering around this seemingly endless boutique filled with fabrics and styles and colors of dresses.
Mom lent me her credit card saying that this is one of the few times in a year that I act like the girl I am so she's not going to waste that opportunity.
I, on the other hand, consider myself a lost cause when it comes to dresses and makeup and manicure and shit. So not my scene.
"I like this one. " It's a stylish purple leathery outfit that looks really nice on Layla.
Layla walks up to a nearby mirror and spins around, squealing at her look.
"I have the perfect wig that'll go with this. " She pumps her fist in so much excitement, while I think about all the sleep I sacrificed to twirl around in a dress.
