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Chapter 1

2 years prior...

"I be seeing magazines when I go to the grocery store. That means people still buy them and read them?" Treasure asked as Chasmin focused on straightening her hair.

"Well, duh. Muthafuckas not bout to be printing off paper if people not buying them," Chasmin spoke smacking on her gum, "I bet it be them old white bitches. Them stay-at-home wives with no sense of reality but what they see on TV and in a magazine."

"That shit is just wild to me. Get online and find out some tea." Treasure replied and the two shared a laugh.

"Okay, I'm done." Chasmin smiled proudly, allowing Treasure to stand and walk over the floor-length mirror.

She smiled wide as she eyed the cranberry-red hair in her head. Chasmin was such a talented girl when it came to hair. It was something she was obsessed with. Graduation was two weeks away, and Treasure had been hounding her about coloring a blonde wig to a cranberry red. Chasmin sewed it in for her, that way Treasure would be able to manage it herself and it wouldn't be too old for graduation. Chasmin didn't see how people wore wigs.

Wigs required too much maintenance.

"Oooh, you trying to get my head knocked between the washer and dryer." Treasure voiced making Chasmin laugh, "I tell you this nigga tried to sneak and take the condom off last night?"

"No, he didn't!" Chasmin frowned.

"Yes! Soon as I felt the tip I said aht aht I'll end this session right fucking now. I gotta get some birth control quick. Nigga keep trying to trap me." Treasure complained.

"Please do! Y'all literally don' had two miscarriages already." Chasmin pointed out while Treasure stood with a distant look on her face.

Truthfully, she only had one miscarriage which was last month when she and her boyfriend got into a physical fight and he punched her in the stomach. The time before that, she just said it was a miscarriage because she didn't want her boyfriend to find out that she got an abortion. Treasure was young and being somebody's baby mama wasn't a part of her story. She was going to get married and if it was in the cards for her she would have a baby.

There was nothing rewarding about being a baby mama. Especially when you were fresh out of high school.

Chasmin's phone was ringing on the bed as she was straightening up her room. It was the weekend and she was trying to prepare for her man who coming home for the weekend like he did every weekend. However, this time it was for two full months. Summer break. Grabbing the phone, she noticed it was Brenton giving her a call.

"Hey bae!" Chasmin smiled.

"Wassup? I'm like ten minutes from you so be ready when I get there." Brenton insisted.

Chasmin pouted. Brenton could be impatient. She didn't want to tell him that she wasn't packed and had to get a shower because she'd been doing hair.

"Chas?" Brent voiced, the sound of Future playing in his background.

"I heard you, baby. I...I didn't expect you to be home so early. You said you would be here around five and I just finished doing Treasure's hair. I need a shower and I haven't packed." Chasmin whined making Brenton roll his eyes.

"And you still on the phone? Tighten up man. Just get a shower at my spot. I'm on my way to you." Brenton assured then ended the call.

"Why he be so bitchy all the time?" Treasure asked, putting a hundred dollars on Chasmin's dresser.

"School be stressing him." Chasmin sighed.

Treasure wanted to say something but she kept her mouth shut. She was in no position to tell anybody what to do with their boyfriend considering hers constantly cheated, and didn't mind laying hands on her. Chasmin thought it was so crazy. To only be in high school and letting someone beat your ass was crazy. Anybody who inserted their self into the relationship could get their ass whooped too by Meech.