Layla didn't know what peace was, for as long as she could remember she struggled, until she meets Dayvon, a street nigga with a cold heart, but is there more to him?
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Kema Springfield | 22
"And then his bitch came home. I wanna fight her ass so bad but she pregnant." Kema vented to her friend Neva.
She knew exactly what she was doing, Neva worked for one of the biggest gossip sites on Instagram and from all the digging Kema had done it seemed like nobody knew they were together much less with a baby on the way.
Ever since her and Von stopped fuckin wit each other she couldn't get him out her mind.
They were something like high-school sweet hearts till she left for the military and she knew she let him down bad with that but she was back now and she wanted him back for good no matter what.
Neva slammed her drink down in the table as her jaw dropped. "No fuckin way! How the fuck nobody heard bout that shit?"
Kema shrugged. "Nobody know they fuckin with each other and she aint posted shit about being pregnant."
"Damn." Neva muttered. "This a big ass story, I can make some serious money with this shit."
"Let me help you." Kema suggested. Although Von was upset at her leaving they managed to pick up where they left off, his trust in her as a friend never faltered. "I can find out whatever you need to know."
"I see you girl, you ain't slick you tryna get that lil yea back." Neva smirked. She and Kema had been friends for a while and she knew she still had a thing for Von. Apart from helping her friend and getting money being messy was in her nature so she was happy to post about whatever. "Imma need some receipts her and Von together and she pregnant. I can't just post shit with no back up."
Kema nodded. "Von helping me with my hair business and shit, I'll definitely be seeing him again I'll get the stuff then."
"Perfect."
"What you on today?" Von asked.
"Shit nothing, I'm finna check out this lil studio today for my hair thing." She said shrugging.
They were currently on FaceTime since she told him they needed to talk.
She was tryna see when she could come over again so she could get what Neva asked for.
"Thats wassup? Cool to see you on yo shit folks. Ian think you would ever leave that military shit alone."
She giggled applying more glue to her lashes before attaching it.
"I didn't think you was gon leave that trappin shit alone either."
He rolled his eyes and looked away. "Mmcht you know I was doin what the fuck I had to do."
"And so was I."
It was quiet for awhile before she spoke up again.
"When you think we can talk more about the business? I could come over tomorrow."
He sighed and dragged his hand down his face. "Uh ion know about allat shit folks, we can meet somewhere or some shit?"
Kema frowned. Not only was she wondering why he didn't want her coming over she was also wondering how she'd get what she needed if she didn't.
"Oh um okay... where you wanna meet at?"
"You can slide by the studio tomorrow I'm finna be workin on some shit wit Durk but I'a have time to help you out."
She nodded before hanging up. She already had a plan forming.
"So this what I was thinking the inside should look like." Kema spoke as she held her phone up for Von to see.
She was showing him some posts she had saved on pinterest as inspiration for her hair studio.
Von rubbed his hands together before smiling. "That look like somethin you could do fasho. How that studio viewing went?"
"It was good." She turned her phone off placing it back in her pocket and leaned back against the sofa in the studio. "I think im gon take it."
"I see you, I'm finna have to come through and see fah myself."
Kema smiled. "Just let me know when."
"I'm finna use the bathroom real quick." He said standing up as she nodded then walked out.
Kema waited for the door to close and his footsteps moved down the hall before she got up and walked over to where his phone was charging.
She had to find what she needed some other way since he wouldn't let her come over.
Biting her lip she turned the phone and pulled up the keypad thinking for a bit. She knew Von and she could already tell he hadn't changed much. There was only three things his password could be.
Deciding on trying the first option, T Roy's birthday, she held her breath as she typed it in before letting it out and smiling see the home screen pop up. Typical Von.
She quickly went to his gallery searching for pictures and then to his messages, taking pictures of what she found with her phone.
She felt herself getting mad as she read the texts between him and Layla but calmed down as she reminded herself they would be done soon.
She locked his phone putting it down before sitting on the couch.
Von came in as she did and so did the other guys.
Durk's eyes widened as he spotted her sitting on the couch. "Oh shit! Kema?"
She nodded. "Wassup Durk?"
Durk sent a questioning look to Von who was busy going over the lyrics in his phone before shrugging.
"How you been?"
"Ooo girl! You hit the fucking jackpot!" Neva squealed as she went over the pictures Kema sent her.
"I know right, that shit was too easy."
"I'm finna get off this call and start working on this right now. I'm tryna post this shit tomorrow morning."
"Alright bye boo." Kema spoke blowing a kiss then hanging up.
She removed her makeup and wrapped her hair up before getting into bed, finally knowing she was gonna get what she wanted.
