Lost N Luv (Key Glock)

2.

The next day Chalynn's best friend came over for dinner.

"Let me see it." Bria snatched the blue face from her hands. Chalynn huffed, she was tired of people snatching things from her.

"Girl, snatch from me again." Bria held her hands up as if she surrendered. One thing Bria knew about Chalynn was that she wasn't going to be hoe'd.

"Soo .. are you going to call him?" Bria raised her eyebrow waiting for an answer. Plopping down on her soft dark gray couch, Lay looked up at her bestie,

"You know how I feel about dating rappers or anybody else for that matter." She felt the vibe between them definitely and say that she did want to pursue him. What if he only wanted to sleep with her, that's not something she wanted right now. But it was Key Glock.

"Girl, this man told you he could show you why that's his favorite car! He was obviously flirting with you." Bria couldn't believe that her best friend was acting this way.

They had always talked about what they would do if a rich man came along and wanted to court them they would jump on it. Literally.

"Shit if you don't I will." Chalynn held her hand out for the one hundred dollar bill with his contact information on it.

Bria reluctantly handed it back and sat down next to her best friend.

"Stop playing." Chalynn chuckled, but Bria wasn't kidding; she was as serious as a heart attack.

Marlee came down from her room, "Sissy, you know that girl ain't playing." Marlee scoffed, she did not like Bria because she felt like Bria was always hating on Chalynn; she just didn't know why her sister couldn't see it.

"Mar, please do not start. Please." Chalynn begged as she got up to make her sister a plate. Bria glared at Marlee once Chalynn's back was turned, "I think you should call him. Even if he just wants to pipe you. He's skinny and you know them skinny dudes be sl-" Chalynn cut her off,

"Marlee! Please try and refrain from that language." Chalynn scooped mashed potatoes and gravy on the plate as Marlee giggled, even though she was 18 years old her sister still hated talking to her about sex and sexual acts. She treated Marlee as if she was her daughter instead of her damn near-grown sister.

"Fine but when ya'll eventually do it, I want all the details." Marlee kissed her sister's cheek as she grabbed her plate from her hands. Sitting at the table Marlee prayed before diving in, Bria sat there pondering whether or not she was truly going to go after Key herself.

"Why are you so quiet over there?" Chalynn asked as she got a second helping of food. She had thrown down on the baked yams.

"Lay, you sure you should be eating all that starch? You don't want to put on any more weight." Marlee dropped her fork and snapped her head in Bria's direction.

"You're right." Chalynn looked down at her flat stomach, she had a banging body: small cup breasts that sat up perfectly on their own, and she had a slim waist with her toned stomach to match her booty matched Key's ego: big as hell.

Marlee took her plate up to her room because if she would have stayed there any longer she probably would have chucked it at the girl's head.