This is the story of Kirsnick "Nick" Ball and Asia Logan, two childhood friends who are on the journey of navigating love, success, salvation, and the true meaning of family in the city of Atlanta.
The soundtrack for this book is located on Apple Mu...
The morning after Nick and Asia's wedding, Deja held her phone in her trembling hands and called Quavo. "Aye Dej, what you doin' up so early? You aight?" Quavo answered, still half asleep. "I'm...um, I don't know Qua, we need to talk." She said timidly. "Aww, shit...what a nigga done did that we needa have the talk foe?" He asked playfully. "Can you just meet me at Piedmont Park? I'll be at one of the benches by the lake." Deja asked in a serious tone. "Yeah, aight. Just, gimmie like 45. I gotta take a shower an shit." Quavo agreed. "Okay, cool. See you soon." Deja ended the call with uncertainty and fear in her heart about what she was about to reveal to her unofficial lover. She sat on the park bench throwing stale croutons in the lake for the ducks to eat while she waited for Quavo to meet up with her. 30 minutes turned into an hour. 1 hour turned into almost 2, and right as she was about to get up and leave her post, she saw Quavo sauntering toward her in a brightly colored Versace silk shirt with his chest out and his many diamonds shinning in the Spring sun as if he was about to walk on set of a music video. Quavo took his own sweet arrogant time to get to where Deja sat, as if he wasn't hours late for an important talk. He took a long drag of his blunt, closed his eyes, and held the smoke in his chest for a few seconds before exhaling and speaking. "So, what's up?" He asked casually. Deja sat staring up at him with her arms folded and her temper in full swing. "Nigga, you're late as hell meeting me here when I told you that we needed to talk! You acting like you don't have a care in the fucking world!" She argued. "C'mon Dej, what dis shit all about, huh? You sittin' here on dis beautiful ass day with an ugly stank ass lil attitude. What chu gotta say to me?" He complained. "I'm pregnant! Okay? That's what I needed to say to you Qua!" She blurted out. Quavo stood in front of Deja, shocked out of his mind as he held onto his blunt for dear life. He scratched the back of his head in confusion and looked out over the horizon of the lake, hopelessly searching his mind for an adequate response. Deja sat motionless with her arms still crossed as the tears started to well in her eyes waiting for Quavo's reaction. "You tryna say it mine?" He asked after a long lapse in communication. "What? Of course it's yours! Qua, you're the only man I've been with all of these months. You trying to say I'm a hoe or something?" "Nah, I mean, I'm jus sayin'...we only fucked raw that one time in Puerto Rico, and.." "And what?!" Deja yelled. "All it takes is just one time Qua, and you're the one who took the condom off!" She argued. "Dej, I know...I'm jus sayin'. Shit, I'on even know what I'm sayin'. But, to be honest wit cha, I ain't ready to be a father right now, I gotta lotta shit I'm tryna make shake before I start changin' diapers." He admitted coldly. "You ain't shit Qua, you know that?" Deja spoke with tears and mascara spilling down her face. "I wish you could be half the man that Nick is to Asia and..." Deja was quickly cut off by Quavo's rage. "Bitch, we ain't Take and Asia! Swear on God, if you wanna suck dat nigga dick so fuckin' bad, why you ain't jus go an ask ya homegirl if he'a let cha choke on it?!" He ranted. "What...?" Deja whispered, in compete shock at Quavo's venomous words. "Aye, I'm sayin' doe, do whatcha gotta do, it's yo choice. But, leave me outta dis shit." He said before turning to walk away, leaving deja to sink into shambles and shame on the park bench.
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